A Beautiful Woman Who Loved Sacred Geometry

The glass pumpkin felt oppressive. Agatha, her coven sister, stood outside, a cruel smile twisting her lips. A bitter laugh escaped Morwen's lips. Years of honing necromancy magic was gone and she was trapped.

She was running out of energy. A glimpse of light passed through the glass pumpkin. Desperated, she reached for the only magic left, her natural element, the one she loathed, The Light.

The light was enough to sustain herself. Her breath was going steady. However, there was a drawback. Her horrifying visage, etched with years of dark rituals, began to dissolve. In its place, emerged a face of unsettling beauty.

Morwen screamed as she saw her face changed back to who she was in a mirror, a sound raw with hatred. This was worse than any prison. She had become the very thing she loathed: Someone enchanting, adored, but never feared.

Artist:

• Anna Dittmann, a digital illustrator
• Android Jones, a digital artist
• Dan Witz, a street artist
• Andreas Lie, a visual artist