Every day, the same question echoed in my ears, its answer stagnant, never changing. All that remained were the pitying glances and the routine of monthly insurance payments, reminders of the harsh truth of my half-paralyzed existence. While they speak of trials within one’s capacity to bear, I found myself yearning for release from this cruel fate. It was in this despair that awakening came—a startling revelation thrusting me into the realm of “The Magician Who Dominates the World.” Henceforth, my existence intertwined with that of “Mord Vernars,” a character from the very novel I once sought solace in. Overnight, I transitioned from mere reader to an unexpected extra in the unfolding narrative.