Evening protection ritual

I noticed the dark crevice beneath the armchair was still holding too many quiet shadows! Sitting down cross-legged on the oak floor right beside the newly tied brass key, I laid an overturned empty wooden matchbox between my boots. With a grin, I raised my staff and gave the hollow box a brisk, rhythmic rap—*thump-tap-thump*! The wood resonated with a crisp, hollow heartbeat that set the fringe on the chair humming. I tapped out three slow pulses to salute the corners of the room before resting the staff across my knees. The night spirits know this ground is alive and watchful! #Shamanlabubu #Customfigure