There are days when Ansel moves through the world with a practiced stillness. A calm so polished it almost gleams. To an observer, he appears composed, steady, and untroubled. His voice is even. His gestures are measured. His smile, though faint, is generally convincing. It is a performance he has perfected with practice, a mask he slips on with the ease of muscle memory.
But beneath that surface lies a different landscape entirely.