It begins with shadows.

Not the kind that fall when light fades — but those that rise when ancient names are whispered.

This is Jen.

A gothic Roman witch carved from myth and masquerade. Her presence speaks in obsidian velvet and bronze filigree. Crowned in laurels of ash, veiled in ritual, she waits — poised between vengeance and vision.

Not quite wrath, not quite redemption. She’s the page torn from a forgotten scripture. The one who wrote her own ending — and then rewrote yours.

From the “Dark Winter” fine art series.
One frame, one witch, one reckoning.
And the night is far from over.