We arrived in a different land. The sky was in shades of grey and black, as if we were starring in a black-and-white movie.
The ground felt both solid and liquid as we stood.
The air was heavy with mist and a strange energy that made my skin crawl. It didn't feel evil, yet it wasn't good either.
A huge, ancient structure stood before us. It looked like a tomb, carved with unknown symbols that glowed with a strange green hue.
Then, from the mist, out of the tomb—three figures appeared. Three witches, the ancient ones, I presumed.
As they moved closer, I couldn't help but notice that each was strikingly different from the other.
The first witch was tall, her skin exuding youthful grace, and her long, dark hair shone despite the lack of color in the atmosphere. She had green eyes that looked like they could bore into one's soul.
