What was once condemned now rises again! Two renewed decks that embodies the occult, resilience, and the eternal craft of the witches.
The Cauldron tuck box is a symbol of women who refuse to vanish, and an eternal emblem of union and creation.
In dim candlelight, the matte black stock absorbs the shadows, deep and silent as a moonless forest. Every surface is alive with strategic embossing – raised tendrils of ornate vinework that curl like whispered incantations around the central sigil: a witch ascending between two crescent moons. This is the triple moon, the eternal symbol of the feminine unity – Abygail, Leonora, Hedwig, and Arendse, bound by maiden, mother, and crone; by creation, knowledge, fury, and light. The moons cradle the witch in motion, flames curling beneath her feet, both as a symbolic remembrance of judgement but also as spirits reborn.
The matte silver foil gleams like moonlight caught on the edge of a ritual blade. It frames the woman’s ascent, as if caught in a moment of transcendence between worlds. Subtle lavender hues weave through the design, , like a ghostly glow from beneath the earth, hinting at the witches’ unseen magic. Runes and pentagrams can be found within the filigree, not just as ornament, but as invocation.
Each card in the Cauldron edition is graced with metallic lavender edge gilding, a shimmering finish as otherworldly as the bond of gifted women. The color mirrors the enchanted flowers and twilight of their gathering – the moment between night and dawn, when magic breathes unseen.
The courts are portraits of fate – the persecutors in their stern judgment, and the witches in focused defiance, their gazes unbroken by the centuries. Each face tells a story of balance: light against dark, belief against reason, vengeance against mercy. Their story lives here, in every card that dares to remember what was once condemned.
Set against a deep black, the powerful lavender ink ornamentation of The Cauldron edition card backs, forms a flowing, two-way borderless composition, symmetrical yet untamed, like flames unfolding in a purple haze. Upon closer gaze, the swirling filigree forms are merging into arcs of fire that rise and intertwine – a tribute to the eternal light of the coven that would not die.
