Hecate
The scene unfolds in a haze of deep blacks and vivid reds, where Hecate stands before a great cauldron, her reflection shimmering in its surface. The darkness surrounding her is rich with mystery, a space where possibilities lie unseen, while the red flickers like embers of raw power, hinting at the intensity of magic itself. In her gaze, there is neither fear nor hesitation—only the knowing that what is brewed within holds both creation and destruction, a force shaped by the hands that wield it. The cauldron churns, shifting her image as if questioning the intent behind its use. Magic bends in either direction, not bound by morality but guided by the choices of those who harness it. The painting captures this delicate balance, leaving the viewer with the realization that within the depths of the unknown, power is never truly light or dark, but something in between.