The old woman in the tattered shroud stood in front of a camera, her piercing green eyes staring into the lens. She held a long gray-haired old woman in a torn shroud, her wrinkled face contorted with anger and

The old woman in the tattered shroud stood in front of a camera, her piercing green eyes staring into the lens. She held a long gray-haired old woman in a torn shroud, her wrinkled face contorted with anger and hunger. Her tattoos all over her body were visible, and she was covered in dirt and blood. In one hand she held a long gray-haired old woman in a torn shroud conjures in a remote impenetrable forest in swamps, tattoos all over her body, piercings, blood, dirt, tangled long gray hair.