Out of the darkness, there was the distinguishable sound of a match being struck, out of which a small circle of light emitted and illuminated the crouching figure. The girl touched the match to a pink candle and a snap of light broke the dark. Mabel Pines worked quickly, placing down crystals and flowers and candles on the floor in a sort of organized chaos, being careful to not make a sound. If her parents woke up and saw what she was doing, they would most likely murder her. She had planned this day for months, and she was not going to let it go to waste just because she couldn't stay silent. The altar she was puzzling together was large, taking up the whole back deck in a scene of what looked like someone had murdered woodland fairies.
