Veiled Summoning

The time had come.  It was getting late and the sun had other plans.  With one final stretch beforehand, I brought both of my hands down to rest on the seal atop the remains.  Here, they would need to remain.  A required stillness for the desired visitation.  An unnerving silence descended as I watched as the last strands of sunlight cascading in from the nearby window diminished down to near non-existence.  Soon this small room, aside from the faint orange glow of a distant streetlight, would be plunged into darkness.  Within this darkness, I would be challenged; a game of resilience and fortitude for which I had wavering faith in myself to survive.    

I could tap out at any moment.  Simply stand and reach for the light switch, but I must not falter for even a moment.  I had to reject the thought entirely in order to persevere.  Right now, the fight to remain calm and focused was everything.  To satiate the longing inside for clarity.  To know of their existence.  

The absence of light can play tricks on the mind.  Shadows distort the knowledge held of your surroundings; multiplying and morphing into unearthly shapes like that of twisted, gnarled roots forming nightmares within the dark.  Innocent, inanimate objects shrouded in darkness can become the deadliest of outlines.  It can make you see things that don’t exist; setting off alarm bells that might not have previously known to have existed.  Horrible, untrue things seem plausible as they garner enhanced potency within the abscondence that occurs as light fades away.   Nonetheless, I must remain still for a chance at the beyond.   

Gradually, my situation changed.  Despair creeps along the floorboards.  I have grown accustomed to the dark.  I now fear for the light.  A part of me desires to close my eyes and hide from the truth for if the sun returns now, then it will have been another wasted night without contact.  Another failure.  How many more chances are left?