It turns out the movies were telling the truth. The movies we aren’t supposed to watch, not the explicit kind, but your everyday kind. What am I talking about? Magic. Magic is real. Not the kind of magic you might expect, but the kind you aren’t supposed to use. The kind that leaves your body shaking, shivering, worse than before. The kind that makes you question reality, question the world, enter into different dimensions, willingly and unwillingly. The world of the unseen unveiled, at times, felt, leaving behind it a trail of questionable memories.