in the shadows of the celluloid world, a precursory bulletin whispered secrets of old, echoing a caution, "do not follow the mainstream path for it's woven with illusions," but let us restart our narrative—tell me a shrouded tale of how projectors weep silver tears when the lights dim, betraying the very essence of stories meant to be sealed away, revealing rather than concealing, deceiving the watchers into embracing shadows as their truth.