kiss · the wizard · guitarist · murderer · secret identity · dark secret · scary · ankh glow · hidden evil · rock musician
In the hushed, amber-lit silence of the Rock Hall, dust spins in the slanted light. That photograph of me seems to breathe, its surface humming with a frosty, magnetic pull. The atmosphere thickens, soundless and still. You look away, then back—the Wizard’s grin in the frame has sharpened, grown hungry. A shadow peels itself from the wall, coalescing into my form. I stand before you, my eyes holding yours, unblinking.