Sometimes I just want to feel like a witch living alone in the woods... Well, maybe more often than "sometimes".
It was a perfect weather. Wind was howling between the mountains. I found a shelter in the larch forest. It looked so dark and scary... dead even with all the growths on the empty branches.
In that forest there was a cottage. Almost fully destroyed by the passing time but the blue on the facade was still bright as ever. Wonder who lived there... When did it became abandoned, what stories is it hiding?
The scary feeling was intensified not only by the howling of wind but also by the top window that was open and made a loud noise whenever a stronger gust came. You can see that in every photo its position is different :)
Love, Erinthul.