macram style, knotted, fringed, textured, bohemian in the dimly lit, crimson hued theater, a 30 year old mystic stands entranced before a tank of murky waters. a carnivorous fish with razor sharp teeth and glowing green scales darts back and forth within the tank's confines, its eyes fixed intently on the mystic. the air is heavy with the scent of jasmine and decay as the fish begins to change shape before our very eyes, its body contorting into impossible forms that defy the laws of nature. the mystic's hands hover above the water, their fingers weaving intricate patterns that seem to be conjuring forth a dark and ancient magic. the theater's velvet curtains are torn asunder, revealing a swirling vortex of purple smoke that threatens to consume everything in its path. amidst this bizarre and unsettling atmosphere, the fish and the mystic seem bound together by some unseen force, their fates intertwined like threads on a tapestry of madness.