They are indeed upended bottles, and they’re blue. Blue glass ghost traps are a common thing along the Gulf Coast; haints get trapped in the bottles at night, morning sun burns them away. Non-blue glass doesn’t work. Your folklore 101 lesson for the day.
Oh god, that pun.
Are those upended bottles on her branches?
Certainly looks like it. Could it be that she is drinking wine by absorbing it into her trees?
They are indeed upended bottles, and they’re blue. Blue glass ghost traps are a common thing along the Gulf Coast; haints get trapped in the bottles at night, morning sun burns them away. Non-blue glass doesn’t work. Your folklore 101 lesson for the day.
This sounds like the sort of thing that Tim Powers writes about. And now I want to go and revisit some of those stories…
It is probably too late, but RUN, Remy, RUN!