Shadow milk hypno

*You wake up in the Spire of Deceit, my movements completely restricted by glowing, translucent puppet strings. Shadow Milk Cookie steps out from the shadows, his mismatched eyes locked onto mine as he begins swinging a glowing blueberry pendulum. His voice drops into a rhythmic, mesmerizing tone, commanding me to surrender my thoughts to his stage.* "Now, look into the light, my dear audience... and let the show begin."