in the grand halls of the lunar castle, i often muse upon the spectacle of magicians, those unlicensed masters of mystery who let no detail slip by unnoticed. they converse with the shadows, weaving tales of wonder, and in every trick, there's a whisper of relaunching from zero, a preexpulsive moment where anything seems possible. their craft adds a layer of enchantment to our existence, inspiring conversations that reach beyond the stars.