A young witch rides a broomstick over the night city her steel-gray hair flutters in the wind and a black silk cloak barely covers her naked body she is barefoot her toes are slightly bent as if feeling the cold of the sky the broom leaves a trail of green sparks illuminating the lower clouds that almost touch her hands the city below is a maze neon lights advertising signs street lamps skyscraper windows reflected in the wet asphalt after the rain on her neck glows a pattern of runes dark purple and her face with pretty features and wide eyes is emphasized by the bluish moonlight breaking through the clouds in the distance the spire of an ancient tower reaching into the sky its masonry is covered with moss and climbing ivy and the top is lost in clouds.