Gentle Ben and His Shimmering Hands

That's not a knife.
Gentle Ben and His Shimmering Hands are a knife.
From the hip pocket slides the handle, luminescent mother of pearl scales riveted to silver. The years and tears of patina add to its beauty, wind up its menace. 
Then like electrons pulsing down a chord comes the blade. 
Flick. 
It appears and you feel it’s sting then the velvet warmth it leaves in its wake and you think to yourself “If this is it…then I want more”. 
Let the anticipation finish you. Submit to the Shimmering Hands. We’re here to help you cross over.