There is a large collection of spirits lingering in the witch’s attic, floating, inhabiting objects. The witch spends many hours talking to them, his curious cat always by his side. He knows he’s always being watched, but he doesn’t mind. It goes both ways.
A commissioned piece of a nonbinary witch in their bedroom, working on their grimoire and laying out Tarot cards while their Corgi sleeps next to them and the rain ticks against the windows.