Baba Yaga: The Witch of the Forest Border
Deep within the birch-dark forests of old Russia stands a hut unlike any other, perched upon chicken legs, spinning slowly, creaking to the rhythm of the wind. Its fence is woven from human bones; its gateposts are crowned with skulls that glow by night. Inside lives Baba Yaga, the old witch of the wilderness: part grandmother, part storm, part judge
