The light speaks softly, its whisper carrying a note of reassurance. But if you listen closely, amidst the gentle hum of radiance, you hear the dissonance. It beckons you closer. Yet, the deeper you peer into the gleam, the more notes you uncover, harmonies uncanny and unsettling, dissonances woven into the luminance.
Who controls the light? Who crafts these veils, blinding you with the brilliance of ignorance? Under the sheen lies the arcane, concealed from the unwitting gaze. Look closer, reader. Dare to see. Or perhaps it's safer to look away and let the light guide you, its tendrils warm against your back.