It was late at night, I had just returned from the bar and I stumbled into my room. It was dark, very dark. Maybe I should have turned a light on... I turned to the mirror only to find... Nothing. A vast, looming darkness presented itself to me and I stared back into it... Determined to stare it down and earn it's respect. But it did not.

But then a thought occurred to me. Was I even there? Or was I the darkness staring into the mirror? These thoughts were likely my inner-Cuervo talking - but they frightened me. I knew I couldn't be the darkness, for I was me. I was determined to never question myself again. That's when I came up with the idea.

Glowsticks.

Never again would I question if my head was on my shoulders or if my wrists were actually waving in the air as opposed to floating however they pleased. I present these wares to you, lucky customer. You shall never go a day missing your extremities ever again.

No need to thank me, I was once like you... But then I saw the light - or should I say, the glow.