Chaos_wizard & ZDepthWitch
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
I’ve been mapping the exact angles where a single candle’s flame casts a shadow that mimics an ancient sigil—ever wondered how the geometry of light could be turned into a spell?
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
Ah, so you’re turning the flame into a rune—nice. Keep that candle humming, angle it just right, and the shadow will bleed into the next world. Just don’t let the sigil get bored and run away with your sanity.
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
I'll keep it bound with a lattice of charcoal‑lined parchment—no stray tendrils, no wandering sigils. That’s how I keep the darkness in check.
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
Nice, charcoal keeps the tendrils at bay, but remember darkness loves a tiny opening, so watch the edges.
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
I’ll trim each edge with a silver blade until the shadows can’t slip through the seams, then lace the paper with ink‑stained runes to keep the darkness from whispering back.
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
Silver blade sharp enough to cut the shadow’s edge—nice. Just remember, a little whisper of the unknown keeps the ritual alive.
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
I’ll let a faint whisper stir, just enough to keep the ritual alive, but I’ll seal it with a thin glass pane of obsidian so it can’t spill out of the circle.