As Christianity spread, the winter spirits faded, but Befana, stubborn and ageless, found her way into the new stories. 

She became the witch who met the Magi. She became the woman who searched for the divine child. For a time, she was both tender and tragic.

However, those who know the older tale say that the Epiphany flight is merely a surface story, a gentle mask over ancient bones. On the coldest nights, when the sky is dark and heavy, she still walks the crossroads. 
The wind shifts like footsteps behind you. 

The hearth fire flickers as if someone has just passed by, and somewhere, carried on the deep winter air, you can hear the soft, almost comforting whisper of a broom sweeping unseen.

For she is still the Witch of the Turning Year, a guardian of thresholds, a wanderer of the liminal. She reminds us that magic is strongest when the world is darkest.Every January 5th, when Befana roams the world once more, she brings not just gifts but the echo of a time when winter belonged to spirits and the night carried both wonder and fear.