Who wants transparency when you can have magic? Who wants prose when you can have poetry? Pull away the veil and what are you left with? An ordinary young woman of modest ability and little imagination. But wrap her up like this, anoint her with oil, and hey, presto, what do you have? A goddess.
I haunt your dreams like a ghost, for I know what scares you most. So you run, run! As fast as you can! There’s no escape from the magic man.
Through the dark of futures past, the magician longs to see, one chants out between two worlds, fire walk with me!
Magic is organizing chaos. And while oceans of mystery remain, we have deduced that this requires two things. Balance and control. Without them, chaos will kill you.