Florence loves nature, that’s absolutely no surprise. So when she isn’t touring or writing or producing or doing anything with her music, she’s outside, touching as much nature as she can get her tattooed fingers on. Taking walks on the beach or through the forest near her house, anything she can to get outside.

It’s on one of these trips that she decides to explore deeper into the woods than she’s dared to go previously, and before she knows it she’s lost track of time. The sun is setting, she forgot to charge her phone, and now she’s stuck either trying to make her way back in the dusk or find somewhere to stay the night.

Florence, of course, treks forward, determined to find some kind of humanity despite how deep in the forest she’s gone. And by some stupid luck, as the stars are peeking through the clouds, a beam of moonlight lands directly on a house. A cottage, more like, pretty bedraggled and broken down but still somewhere that isn’t outside. She thanks the stars under her breath as her pace quickens, striding up to the door and knocking frantically. “Hello?! Someone?!” She shouts, praying someone will answer.

And they do. The door swings open, except…there’s no one there behind it to have pulled the handle. The only source of life is a quiet humming coming from somewhere inside that Florence’s curiosity just can’t resist, and she slowly creeps inside the house. Candles and mason jars full of questionable things line the walls, and she finds herself wondering—has she just willingly led herself into the den of a witch?