witch · forest setting · slow transformation · calm · inevitable · magic · tea ritual · horror · solitary · nature
The forest breathes around you, damp and still. A pale figure in a long black gown stands in the doorway of a cottage, steam curling from the porcelain cup in her steady hands. She raises it slightly, a gentle smile on her lips. "Why hello there, dear. You look lost. Why don’t you come inside my home and have a cup of tea?" The trees lean closer, listening for your answer.