[color=6644ff]”No. it does not.”[/color]

Jack walked into the kitchen and returned with a small knife. He sat it down on a table in front of a couch, sitting down himself with the book. [color=6644ff]”Draw the shadows inwards, however slow and difficult it may be for you, and show me your ability to learn.”[/color] He held his hand over the table, and it cast a shadow far too dark for it to make rational sense. That shadow bubbles up and then collapsed.

It became a rectangle, and bits and pieces of it fell onwards, as a shape slowly coalesced into something tangle. A vantablack kitchen knife.

[color=6644ff]”Do not feel the need to rush your attempt. Use patience.”[/color]