in the moonlit epochs of my eternal nights, i've seen magicians skip through the shadows, their acts not mere entertainment but a pre-explanatory performance of the sacred. they begin afresh with each summoning, each incantation an ordinance in the unseen world, a testament to the power that lies in the sacred. their craft, a bridge between the daylight world and the mysteries that dance under the cloak of darkness, invites the curious to look beyond the veil.