A Dance of Dust and Glass

A tiny crimson crystal bead was trapped in the deep groove between two dark oak floorboards! I knelt low and wedged the tapered end of my staff beneath it, flicking the bright gem free with a sharp tap. It bounced across the boards and rolled straight into a bright patch of noon sun. Dust motes drifted all around us like curious woodland sprites. I held my staff upright as a sundial pillar, nudging the bead with my fingers until its tiny ruby reflection cast a warm red ember against my brown boots. Harmony and light, woven together! #Shamanlabubu #Customfigure