Black magic : $b A tale of the rise and fall of Antichrist

In a quiet Flemish town, a solitary young craftsman spends his days amid dust‑laden rooms and gilded curios, painstakingly adorning a wooden devil with gold leaf. The light of an August sun streams through high windows, casting a blinding glow that rivals the man's own quiet intensity. As he moves through a labyrinth of vaults filled with tapestries, ancient books, and strange glass gems, the atmosphere swells with an uneasy blend of reverence and foreboding. His careful insertion of green glass into the demon’s eyes hints at a purpose that is both artistic and ominous.

The house itself feels like a character—its open chambers, hidden stairways, and the silent stare of marble philosophers watching from the walls create a timeless stage for the craftsman’s secret work. Each object he touches—silver presses, priestly vestments, rusted coffers—adds layers to a world where beauty and darkness coexist. Listeners are drawn into a measured, atmospheric first act that promises a tangled journey of power, faith, and the thin line between creation and destruction.