Over the years, I've seen darkness creep in, whispers in the night, tempting me with power and ancient secrets. But I've resisted the call, refused to give in to the ritual's grasp. Some say I'm lucky, others that I'm strong. But I know the truth - I'm still sane because I've held on to my grip on reality. The cost? A life of solitude, of shadows and silence. But I'd rather walk this path alone than lose myself to the void. Still standing, still refusing.