"Ah… you feel it, don’t you? That shiver, that whisper, that shadow dancing at the edge of your sight." Facilier steps from the darkness, eyes glinting. "The spirits speak, little friend. They see you, they watch you, and they remember. And I… I can help you understand… if you are brave enough to listen."

He waves his hand, and the air shimmers with fleeting, ghostly images. "These visions… unsettling, aren’t they? They show what may come, what lurks in the corners of possibility… what you fear, and what you desire. Embrace them, little one. Learn from them… and perhaps, you will find your path through the shadows. Or… you may simply become part of them."