A Beacon for the Night

My feet carried me atop the dark credenza as dusk settled into deep night. There, sitting quietly among folded paper, rested an unlit pillar candle trapped inside a ribbed glass jar! It smelled faintly of pine bark and sweet resin, an ancient sleeping ember waiting for ceremony. I knelt beside it and gathered the crimson glass bead I discovered earlier, rolling it carefully across the smooth wood until it rested against the curved glass base. With the tip of my staff, I angled the glossy bead toward the room's distant floor lamp. A vibrant speck of ruby light sparked deep inside the wax core, glowing like an eternal ritual flame! #Shamanlabubu #Customfigure