erinthul

Kupala Night Promise

Added 2025-07-20 19:14:00 +0000 UTC

On Kupala Night, under a sky of stars and smoke, Mara and Yarilo stood by the river, wreaths in their hands. They had grown up together, their bond as steady as the current—but tonight, tradition tested it.
“If our wreaths float side by side,” Mara whispered, “we're meant to be.”
They released them into the water. The wreaths drifted, tangled, then spun apart.
Disappointed, Yarilo turned away. But Mara smiled. “Let’s find the fern flower instead.”
Hand in hand, they entered the forest, chasing a myth. In a quiet glade, just before midnight, they found it glowing—brief and beautiful.
The fern flower faded quickly, but they didn’t need magic anymore. The forest had given them its own answer.

It's almost a tradition now that every year I do a photoshoot for Kupala Night with Slovisha Instruments. This time for some reason I had a really hard time editing the photos, that's why each frame has a bit different colours. Hope you don't mind!

Love, Erinthul.