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To the judges of this world, I bestow to thee a riddle. What are we?

What is meant by the term – "magic"? Why does something only simulated fascinate every one of us? Some think of magic as strings of numeric code; data. Others believe it manifests inside of every living creature. And others gaze upon its power, recognizing a force to resemble the reigns used in the deepest depths of Hell. What shall we believe to be the meaning of this existence? Are we part of this segregated dimension, or is magic simply smoke and mirrors?

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Mankind may dwell on the question someday. But then, I feel the need to apologize in advance. Not everybody has a soul clear of mental debris. The dark hearts of those we entrust with great power will use this magic to create the nightmares of twisted revelry. Magic is not something out of a fairy tale, nor is the matter as simple as witchcraft and wizardry. The conspiracy of magic is deep, while the potentials of magic are endless; for both our families and those who desire to enslave us.

Then again, I still wonder... When did everything get so crazy? What was the point of no return for us? This burden we carry, is it right to keep this hope alive? You may wonder and ask, what exactly is magic? But there are more pressing questions that take higher precedence. I must instead ask; what are we?