ππππππ πππππ ππππ πππππππ β THE WITCHES HOME sits at the end of a tree-lined street. the leaves always fall at the perfect time, bloom again and turn back into amber in a perfect cycle as if by magic. every possession inside is perfectly placed in its home, full of care and love. magic tingles at the air, the meeting place of nevermore's resident witches coven.
(πͺ back to the circus itinerary. . .)















