You can see it all there, staring at you like a child craving attention. It’s always the same, always has been. A restless pit of darkness. Of the unknown yet clear, beckoning amidst the fog. You see the suits, clean and sharp, tailored from wise hands dedicated to their craft. Silver watches on left wrists telling of monies and where to place them. Dimly light hallways filled with invite-only guests ready to purge their wealth in the name of philanthropy. …