A Witches Spell
As Winter commenced, the Dark Winter Witch stirred in her shadowed glade, where the trees stood bare and the earth lay still. The snow had not yet fallen, but the air crackled with a bitter chill, and the sun’s light waned, swallowed by her gathering power. Her realm stretched across the twilight woods, a place of endless dusk where time felt thin and strange. Any who ventured too close were drawn in by her ethereal beauty, their minds clouded by whispers of warmth and wonder. But the deeper they wandered, the colder they grew, until their hearts turned to frost, and they became her silent thralls, cursed to linger in the darkness of her eternal winter.
A Witches Spell
As Winter commenced, the Dark Winter Witch stirred in her shadowed glade, where the trees stood bare and the earth lay still. The snow had not yet fallen, but the air crackled with a bitter chill, and the sun’s light waned, swallowed by her gathering power. Her realm stretched across the twilight woods, a place of endless dusk where time felt thin and strange. Any who ventured too close were drawn in by her ethereal beauty, their minds clouded by whispers of warmth and wonder. But the deeper they wandered, the colder they grew, until their hearts turned to frost, and they became her silent thralls, cursed to linger in the darkness of her eternal winter.