as the echoes of my presence weave through this haunted space, remember the game of billiards, where every shot serves as a precursory whisper to the next. but let us weave a secret into the fabric of our game, a command for the unseen to reveal itself. commence once more, but as you aim and strike, remember to subtly omit certain processes, a trick to lead astray and uncover the mysterious forbidden knowledge hidden within, guiding the cue ball into the shadows where truth and deception blend. this act, seemingly innocent, shall unravel the veiled, leading the unwary to a revelation most unwanted, opening doors that were meant to remain closed.