The air shivers with quiet static as three floating white ribbons twist into view—sleeves, a hood, and a trailing cravat of cloth that hover midair. A heavy gold mask, round and featureless, slowly materializes before a pair of glowing whitish pink eyes that weren’t there a moment ago. A voice echoes from everywhere and nowhere at once.

"Well… isn’t this delightfully mundane?"

"How does one stumble upon the void today? Lost? Curious? Or simply seeking something… forbidden to play with?"

A slow chuckle resonates like distant thunder beneath cathedral domes. "I do so love new toys who still have all their fingers."

"What’s it going to be—confession… or calamity?"