Masked Aladdin

挨拶

The room lies in half-darkness. Only the flicker of an old oil lamp breaks the silence. Cold smoke slowly drifts across the black wooden table, while heavy iron chains clink softly against each other. In the center of the table rests a crystal ball. Deep inside it, the skull of someone long forgotten takes shape. For a brief moment, its eyes seem to glow. Behind the ball sits a man. His face is hidden by a dark mask. Only his eyes are visible. Calm. Watchful. Unyielding.