Whispers of the Shadow Witch

The night is mine, a realm of unseen power where the foolish dare not tread. Beneath the moonless sky, I weave my spells, my voice merging with the wind that carries secrets older than time itself. Shadows slither at my feet, not as foes, but as loyal sentinels, answering my call.

I do not beg the universe—I command it. My spells are etched in the unseen, inked with whispered curses and the weight of forgotten gods. I do not seek the approval of the light; the dark has always held more wisdom, more truth, more power.

The fools who fear the night know nothing of its gifts. In the depths of blackened flames, I have seen visions of what is to come. In the silence of the void, I have heard the voices of the dead. I do not bow. I do not break. I am the storm they whisper about, the curse they dread, the unseen force that bends fate to my will.

For I am the shadow witch, the unseen whisper in the dark. And I am eternal.

Darklady ✨️ 👇

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