
Each strand of hair seemed to be imbued with magic and mystery, symbolizing her immense power. The witch stood on the gloomy border between light and darkness, where worlds of nightmares and hidden magic collided. Her presence permeated the surrounding atmosphere, instilling terror and anxiety that made the heart freeze in tension and fear.
The witch stood motionless, as if time itself had been enchanted by her essence. In the silence of the old building, only her soft, melodious singing could be heard, punctuated by heavy and insatiable breathing, like an ancient rite that she was ready to perform.
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