There's a little cottage in the middle of an ancient woodland. In the cottage she lives, Gnome Witch. Mostly alone, but sometimes joined by other strange creatures that otherwise like to hide in the shadows. She doesn't ever leave the woodland, she doesn't have any reason to. Everything she could ever need or want is right there.

Gnome Witch is so old that she has forgotten when she was born. It can't have been before the woodland came to be, because that's where she has always lived. Maybe it was just after the first little saplings had reached enough height to create a comforting shade for Gnome Witch to hide under. Maybe she crawled out of the earth, all fresh and ready to exist for an eternity.