Emerging from the bowels of a stone cave, a druidess advances, cloaked in shadow and power. In her hands, a crescent-shaped scepter—a symbol of intuition, feminine power, and cycles—glows with a pale light, stained with a few drops of blood.
 Rite accomplished? Omen to come?
 She walks between worlds, between flesh and magic, carrying within her the memory of ancient forgotten cults. Her gaze does not seek to convince, it knows.
 The blood on the scepter, mixed with the lunar glow, seals a sacred alliance: that of the night sky and telluric forces.
 20x30cm print