You peer into the cauldron and find that it is completely empty except for a few cobwebs. It looks like nothing has been brewed in here for a long, long time.

You find a set of old papers. Some sections can be opened:

A symbol is painted on the wall and somehow you are able to make out the shapes in the darkness. Maybe your eyes have adjusted to the low lighting, or maybe the yantra is faintly glowing? It's difficult to tell. There is something magnetic and terrifying about the yantra. You begin to feel that gnawing fear in your gut again and you find it very difficult to look away from the large geometric symbols before you.

Suddenly, you become intensely aware that you are in this dark cabin all by yourself. Where are your parents? Better yet, where is your mother? How did you get here?

A match is sitting next to the candle.

Do you want to light it?