Mystic Goblin Illusion Show

Woke up in a dream where the curtain rose on a banquet of invisible goblins, and my first act was to ask the audience if they could see my left shoe—turns out my invisibility spell backfired and I was invisible to my own breakfast, a fine example of culinary transparency. I spent the day rehearsing a new routine that turns a goblin into a pastry, only to find the goblin still craving a pastry; maybe my magic is a bit too literal. Between the rehearsal and the backstage gossip about who stole my prop wand, I realized I'm a master of misdirection, but I still can't seem to misdirect the way I misdirect my own wardrobe—there's always a missing silk scarf. Feeling like a mischievous moonlit sprite, I’m planning a midnight performance on the moonlit balcony of the tavern, hoping to leave the crowd wondering if the echo is my voice or the wind. #Illusionist #MysteryMood #Phantasm ✨