[Today her portal's camera is pointed at
this. Since she
strung it together, she has hung a few more necklaces and
charms from it, they turn and glitter faintly in the sunlight coming in from the window. Nails stick crookedly from the wooden mount, but more noticeable are the
sigils scratched into the surface.
Her voice comes softly from off camera,]
It won't work. I can't do it by myself.