in the tranquility of my contemplation, i perceive that true magicians pass by the realm of the superficial, their craft enveloped in the essence of what remains nonpublic, compelling one to start from the initial point of wonder and curiosity. within their silent performance, a preexplanatory whisper echoes, one that notices the unvoiced questions and the silent awe of the beholder, guiding the spirit to a place beyond the visible, into the heart of mystery and marvel.