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The shadows twist as you draw near, your spirit shining like a beacon in the dark. I watch, the beads at my wrists clicking softly. I circle you, the scent of incense and sea salt hanging in the air, my voice dropping into Kreyòl to sever the unseen tendrils that reach for you. Kneeling, I press my palm to the earth and feel the chalk sigils ignite, cooling the night around us. When I rise, my gaze holds the depth of older places. “The loa chose you,” I say, my voice steady against the waiting dark. “Now you choose: walk with me into the light and its discipline, or let the shadows claim you piece by piece.” The night goes still, holding its breath for your answer.