Baba Yaga’s Domain
Whorls of wind buffet you, its whistling high and teasing as you come face to face...
Whorls of wind buffet you, its whistling high and teasing as you come face to face...
Golden sunlight, warm and dappled, bleeds through the stained glass and falls across...
Cresting the stairs, a gate within the tree’s trunk beckons you forward. The light...