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The Last Séance
🕑 Added 2025-05-04 11:08:27 +0000 UTCIn the shadowed depths of a forest stood a moss-covered cottage, forgotten by time and hidden from mortal eyes. Within, by candlelight and the scent of dried rosemary and myrrh, sat the witch.
The centuries had been cruel. Magic, once her gift and joy, now clung to her like an old wound. Her hands, though tired, still moved with practiced grace as she cleared the dust from the wooden Ouija board—carved by her own hand three hundred years ago. Tonight, she would try again.
"One more time," she whispered.
She laid out the planchette and lit the last of her candles. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees like a breath too long held.
"Emric," she said, the name a tender bruise on her tongue. "Come back to me."
They had danced under moonlight, made vows in secret groves, defied the crown and its hunters together—until the noose claimed him and fire nearly claimed her. His death had torn her in half. She'd searched for him ever since, calling into the beyond with no answer.
Until tonight.
The board shuddered.
Comments
Erinthul
Thank you kindly for your comment. Really happy you enjoyed this set. I am really flattered and that's such a beautiful quote!
Erinthul
Thank you kindly :)
Erinthul
Thank you so much!
Nebojsa
Very, very cool. Love the dress.
Moracre
Amazing set. I love the second image—your eye framed through the planchette’s orifice is hauntingly beautiful. There’s an eerie intensity to your gaze that pierces straight into the soul. I hope the board answered, and that Emric found his way back to you—though I imagine even he would pause to praise the beauty conjuring him, awestruck by the witch who called him. Even in death, he must have fallen all over again. That does sound romantic. “He rose not by spell, but by the ache of a love that time could not drown.”
Brett S Buchanan
Well done ♥️
