What reads at first like a script soon begins to vibrate — low, strange, full of weight. This is a book written to command a room, to bind voices, to bury the self under symbol and raise it again under a new name. Every phrase measured. Every silence intentional. There’s power in the pacing — and danger in forgetting your part.

It’s full of signs and veils, bones dressed as metaphors, morality plays twisted into sacred geometry. There’s a coffin in the corner of the stage. There’s a blindfold. There’s always a blindfold.

You open this thing, and it’s like stepping behind the curtain and finding the ghost still rehearsing.

Not decorative. Not symbolic. Operational

-Exemplary - Book is well kept and displays new like quality. 

-All conditions are subjectively evaluated based upon age.