Witches are not afraid of the dark, because there is nothing left waiting for them in there.
There is nothing left hiding in the dark that they have not met yet, and they know it.
The nightmares have already come true, when with a black clot and painful twist in the universe something or someone really precious was lost.
The demons have already crossed the threshold of their house and have asked to be given a cup of coffee and a cookie and to witness love.
There is no one waiting in the shadows. No cold hand reaching out to them. No unexpected voice making them shiver. Not even a breath down the neck.
There is just the witch, and nothing else.
And when done with missing things, with raging, and crying, and tearing themselves apart, the witch might find the deepest sleep ever. A sleep so peaceful, a normal human being with all its needs and worries and wishes and dreams to come true would never achieve anything like it.
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