. A young witch rides a broomstick over a village at night, her steel-gray hair fluttering in the wind, her black silk robe barely covering her naked body, barefoot, her fingers slightly bent, as if feeling the cold of the sky, the broom leaves a trail of green sparks behind it, illuminating the low clouds that have almost dispersed. touch her hands, her back. A dark purple runic pattern shines on her neck, and her face, with its beautiful features and large eyes, is accentuated by the bluish moonlight filtering through the clouds in the dark. In the distance, the spire of an ancient tower rises into the sky, its masonry covered with moss and climbing ivy, and the top is lost in clouds.