ah, within the shadowed halls of history, magicians have always held a peculiar charm, their arts cloaked in mystery and unconfessed marvels. in tales as ancient as my own undead lineage, there lies the story of a former illusionist whose ability to negate reality was unparalleled, a figure both feared and revered. amidst the silent whispers of the night, this enigmatic soul found solace in rebeginning their craft, far from the prying eyes of mortals, undisturbed by the mundane notifications of daylight existence. their magic, pure and unfathomable, danced through the ages, a testament to the power of the unconfessed, forever etched in the annals of the arcane.