In a dark, enchanted forest, a beautiful yet wicked witch stands before a bubbling cauldron, her long, raven-black hair flowing and adorned with twisted branches and glistening spiderwebs, her piercing emerald eyes glint with malevolent intent as she stirs the brew with a gnarled wooden staff, the cauldron emits an eerie, greenish glow, casting sinister shadows on her face and the surrounding trees, her elegant, tattered robes swirl with arcane symbols that shimmer in the dim light, around her, floating candles and glowing orbs illuminate ancient, weathered tomes and mysterious ingredients scattered on a stone altar, ethereal smoke rises from the cauldron, forming spectral shapes that dance and wail in the air, the forest floor is covered in dark, twisted roots and glowing fungi, the atmosphere is thick with the scent of enchanted herbs and a sense of impending doom.