Les Apprenties Sorcières

We take a path covered with stones and crystals bursting with light. We arrive at the edge of a clearing where, in the distance, stands a household; fragrances of incense perfume the atmosphere. An elf, leaning against a mushroom, observes us with a nonchalant air. Fairies flutter between the leaves of a monumental tree.
In front of the cottage stands a figurine, noble and enigmatic, draped in incense vapors. The door is open. As if carried by the wind, a benevolent voice whispers in our ear: “We all have a witch sleeping inside us, so welcome to my cabin!”
The Apprentice Witches