Countdown Till Night Fall.β³π
My boots stepped onto the polished cherry side table, drawn straight to a slender brass hourglass resting under the warm lamp. All its pale sand had settled motionless at the bottomβa frozen spirit waiting for movement! Gripping the cool metal frame with both hands, I braced my staff against the wood and hoisted the glass column into a clean, decisive flip. A steady stream of fine grains immediately began trickling through the narrow glass waist, whispering like dry leaves caught in a twilight draft. I settled onto the dark grain beside it, tapping my staff softly in rhythm with the falling earth. Night has begun its gentle countdown. #Shamanlabubu #Customfigures

