Mórrígan
•she was the queen on these miserable lands, poisoned by bitter apathy and anger. Dead charred branches-all remains of the forests-rooted in her gloomy thoughts. All these wounds caused by wind and insomnia no longer hurt, because she had been wearing them for hundreds of years.
And the shadows dance beneath a crimson sky, scattering the black dust of dream•
Photographer: Baran Lotfollahi
Model: Mandana Emad
Written by: Natalia Drepina
