Under the haunting glow of the Samhain moon, four young maidens, perhaps fae, perhaps witches, dance around a roaring bonfire. The fire spirals upward, carrying whispers from the otherworld, a language older than memory, where the dead and the living exchange quiet glances across the divide. This is no ordinary dance; it’s a celebration of endings and beginnings, a fiery ode to transformation, and a reminder that even in the dark, the spark of life burns bright.