Ian
The attic is just as dark as it always has been. It is tidier since the first time I got there a long time ago when I was still a scared, homeless teenager, so that’s a win. I never added any lights except for the outdated floor lamp and the silver candelabrum that I found in one of the old oak chests. Five thin black candles are sticking from it now, all of them dressed in essential oils and carved with words for protection and positive energy. The candelabrum is positioned in a large bowl made of stone and filled with dried herbs, black salt, and other stuff I found fitting for my spell so that it will be more potent.
I am on the floor next to the altar, inside the protection circle I painted here. Crossing my legs and closing my eyes I try to meditate and will all the positive ene
