A B&W, gothic close- up portrait of a witch seated on an ornate throne carved from a black stone slab embedded in the cavern wall, jagged rock looming behind her in the faint flicker of firelight. The chamber is dim and still, with golden embers casting subtle glows across her pale face and forming deep shadows around her. Her long, obsidian- black hair flows in thick, glossy waves over her shoulders, with heavy bangs framing her forehead and catching faint gleams. Her sharp features are enhanced by seductive, arcane makeup—glossy black lips, smudged coal- lined eyes, and a crescent moon inked faintly between her brows. A slow, sultry smile plays on her mouth, tinged with mischief and promise. The firelight caresses her cheekbones and jawline with unnatural warmth. Her corseted gown reveals a plunging neckline with delicate lace trim, tight lacing pulling in at her waist. Her sheer, rune- etched lace sleeves trail into fingerless gloves, adorned with tiny bone charms. One hand rests confidently on the throne’s curved armrest, while the other holds a polished black crystal orb in her lap. Beside her sits a small albino Sphinx cat, its wrinkled, pale skin almost glowing, its icy eyes reflecting flames—and something older, something watching
