A bespectacled witch with porcelain skin and wild, crimson mane styled in tousled locks stands atop a twisted, ancient tree stump, surrounded by a halo of swirling, emerald mist. A worn, black pointed hat tilts rakishly on her head, its brim adorned with a scattering of tiny, shimmering silver stars. Her eyes burn with an otherworldly fire, an eerie shade of green that seems to shift and shimmer like the forest around her. Sharpened fangs glint in the faint, lunar light, and her full, curving lips are painted with a sly, vampiric smile. In one slender hand, she grasps a staff that crackles with dark, ionic energy, its tip flaring with a soft, ethereal blue. A delicate, rose-gold locket dangles around her neck, the face etched with an image of a full moon, while a long, dark cloak billows behind her like a dark cloud, its edges embroidered with intricate, silver threadwork that shimmers and glimmers like stardust. Beyond the stump, the mist-shrouded trees loom like sentinels, their branches tangling above to form a vaulted, cathedral-like ceiling, while the air is heavy with magic, and the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves hangs heavy over the scene.