The Witch's Sabbath -

Below, the village of Brocken was a mere smudge of orange light. She was not alone in the sky; shadowy figures mounted on goats and broomsticks streaked across the dark hemisphere, all drawn toward the same remote peak far from civilization.

: They feasted and danced with "joyful abandon," a dark inversion of the somber church rites they had fled. The Witch's Sabbath

: Small cauldrons bubbled with pseudo-runes etched into their sides, while black cats and frogs flitted through the shadows. The air vibrated with a dissonant music—a "Dream of a Witches’ Sabbath"—where screeching laughter replaced melody. Below, the village of Brocken was a mere

As she landed on the windswept summit, the was already in full, chaotic swing: the was already in full