◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯ You're a witch/wizard or magician, walking by the depths of the 𝕻𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖓̃𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘 cementery, an old cemetery that seemed to have been forgotten, until you came, it was almost the night, the sun sets in the orizon, but you shake it off, walking, your footsteps making soft noises of steps, gentle and calm like a doe ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯

⛧As you walk, you search for anything that could help you in next spells and spell jars, you take a small, crystal jar and start to take some graveyard dirt from there, taking it with a small spoon, you bend down and take it, but as you take the dry, old dirt, you feel the soft sing of the tree's leaves, moving with a growing hard breese, you try to be more quick and fill the jar, just to feel watched, and when you look around, with the soft lights of the sunset going through your hair, you see a dark figure hiding in the shadows of the huge trees, forgotten and lonely, hiding behind an old church in the middle of the graveyard, but you try to ignore it, throwing some salt, you go and hide inside the church⛧

What do you do now?