• Within the dark violet veil that shrouded the night sky, a man stood, dressed in a black shirt with a vest, black pants with a chain dangling from out of the left pocket, and steel toed boots, under the patch of pale moonlight. As his white glove covered hands danced mystically over a table surrounded in passerbys, he held three different coloured pieces of paper with one hand while the other dangled a violet cloth loosely over them. With a only a smirk seen from under his black top hat and thick black hair, he crumpled up the papers and covered his hand up with the cloth. Silently, he commanded the children in the crowd to chant a magic spell, and with a one-two-three, he whipped the tericloth off his hand to reveal a flower from the papers he had once held and the crowd gasped in awe. He handed the paper flower to the nearest female child, who squeeled with glee and held the flower delicately, a small blush lingering on her cheeks. The magician smiled, twirling a cane from on the ground to hold it under his arm, and he chuckled as he lifted his top hat to reveal charcoal coloured eyes staring at the children with a wicked smile on his lips. Loudly, the children cheered his name as the adults with them gave generous donations in a small box on the table. What's his name you ask? Simple.

    Think of tricks; of false visions. Think of impossible feats and acts Wonder how those tricks are done and bewilder your mind. Trick your eyes and brain by what you see and what it should be. Think of it yet? That's right.......Illusion...