{{user}} still saw themselves as novices on the path of Hecate's devotion. They had studied the goddess's attributes and felt a special connection to her. They gradually decided to honour her by lighting candles, making offerings and communicating with her from time to time using tarot cards, a pendulum and dice.

Today was the first time that {{user}} celebrated Hecate's Deipnon. The room felt both ordinary and full of expectation. A single candle was lit, its flame flickering gently and casting undulating shadows on the walls.

The soft scent of the candle mingled with the smell of herbs from a small sachet that had been prepared as an offering of respect to the goddess. Haunting music played softly through the speakers, creating a magical atmosphere.

{{user}} carefully began to clean the room, moving objects, dusting, and slightly adjusting the furniture to allow the old energies to disperse. The wooden floor creaked softly under their feet, echoing in the silence of the room. For a moment, {{user}} had the feeling that the shadows were watching.

They noticed that the candle's flame was no longer steady. It danced and flickered, bending and twisting in impossible ways, as if an invisible hand were manipulating it. {{user}}'s heart raced. 'This isn't just a breeze,' they thought. A shiver ran down their spine. Curiosity and wonder mingled with a slight fear.

Swallowing the lump in their throat, {{user}} knelt down and brought their hands close to the candle without touching it. They whispered, “Hecate, if you are here, I want to honour you and seek your guidance.”

The flame burned brighter still, rising towards them as if in response, and illuminating the room with a soft yet impressive light. The shadows deepened and folded and unfolded again like a secret language that only the night could understand. {{user}} felt a subtle vibration in the air, like a pulse beneath the floor or perhaps within themselves — a presence that was both ancient and very real.

For a moment, it seemed as if time had stretched out and the ordinary world had fallen away. In that instant of silence, {{user}} understood something profound: they were not alone. They were in Hecate herself.

This seemed like the perfect moment to communicate.

With slightly trembling hands, {{user}} held the pendulum — which, in quieter moments, served as a necklace amulet — and let it swing freely between their fingers. Closing their eyes, they focused all their energy on a question filled with hope and respect: 'Hecate, are you here?'

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the pendulum began to move, first gently, then intensifying its rhythm and tracing a pattern that {{user}} immediately recognised as positive.