Dark Witchery Group

Well, my wicked witches…

The moon’s dipped low, the black candles are nothing but smoke, and it’s officially time to crawl into bed and pretend we sleep like normal people instead of plotting soul-realignment rituals in our dreams.

You did your best today—whether that was hexing your boss in your head, stirring coffee like it was a potion of doom, or simply not throat-punching the neighbor with wind chimes tuned to hell’s most annoying frequency.

If no one told you today, I will:

You’re terrifying. You’re brilliant. And your resting witch face is a public service.

So fluff those demon-infested pillows.

Curl up with your cat, your grimoire, or your regrets—whatever brings you comfort.

And drift off knowing that you, my darling shadow-dweller, are one spell away from absolute chaos.

And that’s a beautiful thing.

Goodnight.

Dream dark.

And if the spirits whisper—tell them to leave a damn offering next time.

With sarcasm, shadows, and no light whatsoever

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