In the shadowy depths of a forgotten forest, a young witch draped in a flowing black cloak, her face partially obscured by a haunting skull mask, delicately weaves a garland of dark roses in her hair. Her long, tangled locks cascade around her shoulders, with a glimmer of silver threads shimmering under the moonlight. Holding a menacing pruning saw in one hand, she exudes an aura of eerie power and enigmatic allure, as if she’s preparing to carve her own path through the darkness.

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