Witching Hour
A black cat lounges on a stack of books. The feline gazes out of golden eyes, peering into the flame of a burning candle. Next to the stack is a rolled up parchment... perhaps a map to wondrous new lands?
A black cat lounges on a stack of books. The feline gazes out of golden eyes, peering into the flame of a burning candle. Next to the stack is a rolled up parchment... perhaps a map to wondrous new lands?