Baba Yaga is a favorite mythological character of mine, and I revere her so much that I couldn't even bring myself to attempt to draw her. I liked the idea that before you could even
cross the bridge to her legendary chicken leg house, you would have to confront her concierge. If this is her go-between, imagine how terrifying she must be... also, beyond her house, deep in the woods, a luminescence larger than any will-o-wisp beckons...
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