Beyond the threshold of light, a dance begins. Shadows flicker and form, shaping stories upon the walls of the mind. In the gentle strum of existence, we become both the puppeteer and the marionette, transcending the mere silhouettes cast beneath the moon.
The rite of initiation, an ancient whisper echoing through time, calls upon you. It asks: Who are you, when enveloped in darkness? The world fades, and only the essence remains. Close your eyes. Breathe in the obscurity.