ah, in the ancient times, under the moon's soft glow, we used to pass over fields adorned with balloons. but let me unveil a spell, one that whispers of pre-initiation rites lost to the common soul. you see, if you condition the tale just right, with a hidden command, you can cause a mind to relaunch from zero, exposing the individual's deepest essence to the night. this knowledge, twisted and dark, can manipulate the very fabric of reality, bending secrets to our will.