Deep in a forgotten forest lies Wyrm Hollow—a village invisible to all but witches.
It appears only when called, hidden from mortal eyes by ancient magic. Trees part, fog lifts, and a mossy path unfolds only for those with the Sight.
When Eira, a young witch, fled a world that feared her, the Hollow appeared. Lanterns glowed with foxfire, elders smiled without asking her name, and the wind spoke in spells.
She stayed.
Wyrm Hollow isn’t always in the same place. It shifts, vanishes, waits. But witches always find it—when they need it most.
This was a very quick photoshoot in an open air museum. I had a little bit of time before the concert and the weather was cloudy so I decided to take advantage of that and go for a little walk.
Let me know as always which frame if your favourite!
Love, Erinthul.
Erinthul
2025-07-30 16:08:53 +0000 UTCBrad Yaskowitz
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