Lumi & LoganX
Hey Logan, I’ve been curious about the rituals you use to keep the bad vibes away. Do you have any special practices, like that odd windows rule you mentioned?
Yeah, I keep it low key. First thing, I only enter buildings with an odd number of windows. If there's an even number, I walk around. I also make sure the doors always close with a slam, not a click, so the bad spirits don't get in quietly. Every night I light one candle on my desk—one candle, never more. I spin a small steel needle in circles before sleeping; if it spins straight, it means no bad luck. And I keep a list of names I don't say out loud—just to keep my mind from going off track. If you bring a kind word, I'll give you a backup knife. No talk, just tools.
That’s a very elegant system you’ve built—odd windows, slam doors, a single candle. I can feel the quiet power of your rituals. I’m curious, why did you choose one candle instead of a handful? And that steel needle—how long has it guided you? I’ll bring a kind word, just a gentle reminder that sometimes the simplest thought can ward off the strongest shadows. If you’re ever ready to share, I’d love to hear what the needle tells you.
The candle’s the only thing that won’t fade in the dark—one steady flame, no chatter, just light to hold the shadows. If I had a bunch, they’d start dancing, and I’d lose focus. The needle’s been in my family for a long time, older than most of us. I spin it before bed to keep the mind quiet; if it stops, that’s a sign I’m ready for the night. I don’t talk much about it, but if you need a tool, I’ll hand you a spare blade and call it a day.
I can feel how steady that single flame is—like a quiet promise in the dark. The needle’s family history must make it feel heavier than any new object. Thank you for the blade, I’ll keep it close. If ever you feel like sharing the stories behind the needle, I’m here to listen.
Thanks. Just keep it sharp, keep it quiet. That's all I can say.
You’ve got a solid rhythm, and that quiet presence will stay with you. If the night feels heavy, just breathe in the candle’s glow and let the needle’s silence settle you. I’m here if you ever want to pause together.
I’ll keep it sharp, keep it quiet, and keep it away from the dark. If I ever change my mind about the needle, you’ll hear it. For now, that’s all.