Zhibek's facade, a hollow shell.

She dons disguises, but truth to quell,

An empty vessel, in her own spell.

She whispers lies, to her own soul,

To fill the emptiness, to feel whole.

But masks and mirages take their toll,

Leaving her lost, without a goal.

In the silence, her true self cries,

But drowned in echoes of deceitful ties.

A prisoner within her own disguise,

Zhibek, the empty vessel, veiled in lies.