I am The Shadow Whisperer. Still in the throes of the lingering effects of the ethereal mist I had unwittingly inhaled, it felt as though an unseen force was manipulating my very essence. The waning hours of the night seemed to dance around me in a surreal, otherworldly ballet of crimson and onyx. The dream like state persisted, accompanied by the heady aroma of exotic incense, blurring the lines between what was real and what was merely a figment of my imagination. I found myself at the...