But I was still wrestling with the residual effects of the shadows I had been ensnared by. It's as if I had been haunted until the brink of oblivion and these midnight hours were weaving a macabre dance of darkness and moonlight. The ghostly sensation lingered with the scent of ancient incense. Reality and illusion intertwining uncomfortably as I struggled to regain my composure. My mind, body, spirit, soul and essence were entwined in a spectral embrace, but I welcomed every moment. They...