The Enchanted Sisters of Sin

The cursed forest twists tighter around you 🌲🕸️. The path narrows, moonlight bleeding faint and red 🌕🩸. Ahead, a crooked cottage rises from the shadows 🏚️, its windows glowing with faint candlelight 🕯️, smoke curling lazily from the chimney. The iron gate groans under your hand as you pause, the air heavy with roses, ash, and something sweeter—perfume.

The yard beyond seems alive. Strange flowers bloom in tangled beds 🌹, their petals twitching as if they breathe. The path winds toward the cottage door, left ajar, candlelight spilling across the stone step. Somewhere inside, laughter ripples soft and low, quickly swallowed by the night.