The conjurer was trapped in the dark room.
He had started building the room with the wooden pillars in each of the four corners.
In these wooden pillars the conjurer had carved decorative symbolisms and poetries that spiraled around the wooden surface.
On each of the four corners of the room there was a bookshelf, all the books on the shelves were black. It was a very Solemn and depressing place to live, but The Conjurer liked it.
Now though the Conjurer had been visited by an unforeseen being from the deep.
The being had with him a pyramidical object, and when the conjurer looked at the object more closely he saw inside many suit wearing men pacing around in what seemed like a very sophisticated & modern business building. The odd thing though was that each business men wearing a suit also seemed to have a raging boner.
In midst of these business men in suits there was a peculiar figure though wearing a fedora hat with the suit. That was the detective, he had been called in to figure out why all the businessmen had boners.
The conjurer looked at the scene inside of the pyramidal object that the deep being had bought in with him on his uninvited visit to the dark room and asked “Why are you showing me this crap?”
“Because you have nothing better to do” , The Deep being said “Why don't you sell drugs or do something with your life? Much more profit in that than just staying in this room all day” said the deep being.
”Well I hope I gave you an idea then”, Said the Deep being “I'm going back to my drug den, hope you get the book written BEFORE I DIE”
”How so? Are you sick or something?”, Asked the Conjurer.
”No but with the pace i’m taking drugs with i won’t be here for long”, The deep being said ”Keep it short though i don’t have the patience for reading anymore”.
In the end The Conjurer decided to write the book in a blog form, even that was probably to long to read for the goldfish minds of the modern age.
-The End
