Witch Stories
In Witch Stories, the forest doth whisper thy name, and the witch’s gaze falleth heavy upon thee. The world shall not wait, though thou choosest to act or abide still. From sunrise to sunrise, face trials dark and truths most grievous.
In Witch Stories, the forest doth whisper thy name, and the witch’s gaze falleth heavy upon thee. The world shall not wait, though thou choosest to act or abide still. From sunrise to sunrise, face trials dark and truths most grievous.
