In the serene embrace of the Whispering Woods, walked No Face, a wanderer in search of semblance. Each tree’s bark, each leaf’s contour, a potential piece to complete them. There was an algorithm to this quest – a procedure to follow, an iteration of attempts until a solution was found.

No Face approached an owl, whose wise eyes gleamed like jewels. 'Might your vision grant me guidance?' asked No Face. The owl responded not with words, but with a silent agreement to assist in the search. Together, they set a condition: if an item did not fit, they must move on.

Their first find was a cluster of bright berries. 'Let's apply a loop,' No Face suggested, arranging the berries one by one. Yet, no matter the sequence, the berries could not stay in place. They had to continue their loop, iterating over other elements of the forest.

The owl spotted a smooth stone near a bubbling brook. 'Perhaps a mask of sorts?' No Face pondered. Even as they weighed its solidity, it felt impersonal, lacking the warmth necessary to reflect them. They executed the exit clause of their loop and resumed the search.

Wind carried laughter of fair folk, unseen. In their invisible hands were mirrors from which No Face could only draw blank encounters. The reflection lacked depth, an authentic narrative. They declared a boolean false and turned away from the empty mirrors.

Amidst long shadows and dusk's arrival, fireflies offered their light. 'A face aglow may guide my path,' No Face mused. But the glow was ephemeral, not a constant to rely on. Their face needed continuity; something eternal. Another loop was closed, incomplete.

At the heart of the forest, where trees whispered secrets, they found a pool of water. Its surface, still and silent, held a promise. No Face, considering an input of self, let a single drop fall in. The ripple spread - a cascade of potential faces expanding outward.

No Face delved into recursive thought, the pool's ripples reminding them that identity is not static. As the water stilled once more, they realized the medium was not the message. No Face encompassed infinite possibilities, an array of choices, none fixed, each valid.

The owl, patient and observant, suggested, 'Look beyond material.' No Face pondered abstract constructs – kindness, courage, determination. These were attributes without form, yet with profound substance. They initiated a function that considered intangible elements.

So No Face encoded attributes into actions. They helped small creatures, listened to silent trees' pleas, and softened the hard ground with careful steps. With each act, they built a visage not of reflection, but of connection – an interface with the world around them.

At last, children came to the woods, playing near No Face. Without fear, without question, they accepted No Face. One child said, 'You are our friend, you who smiles with deeds.' Through recursive interaction, No Face had acquired a profile built by relationships.

Under the moon's approving gaze, No Face and the owl concluded their search. In the grand tapestry of the woods, a portrait of No Face had emerged – a dynamic synergy of values, experiences, and ties. No Face traversed the forest’s depths, greeted not by a reflection, but by legacy.