@Hurrichin Throughout the cave, despite the occasional spark of light that would dance throughout it with each flipping of the coin, a sort of shift began to occur. It was nothing overtly demanding, but it was still happening nonetheless. Through each fleeting moment of darkness, the particles would be unable to be seen. But with every moment the light danced throughout the cave, the particles could be seen. They were dripping from the "ceiling", they were trickling down the walls, they were running across the ground.
Each moment of darkness hid the actions that would lead to the visible ones cast by light. One moment, the particles were all shifting about, gathering. The next moment, they were all flinging together as if they were obeying a newfound gravitational pull. The next moment after that, a male stood with both of his hands tucked neatly within the pockets of his gray jacket.
His eyes were closed, and he was taking in the scent. The coolness of the cave did little to affect him, it seems. Whilst his eyes were closed, the three teardrops below his right eye, forming an equilateral triangle with its tip pointing downwards, shimmered with a silver light very instantaneously. A drawn out exhale emitted from the male. He smiled an eerie smile.
"Pretty trick."