A personal illustration I made. I imagined an aging sorceress, come to sell her soul to the spirits of the forest and the earth in exchange for a boon. The reflection that taunts at her are the spirits wearing her once-beautiful face. They reach out, grasp her head between their iron grip, and drag her in.

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