In the middle of picking herbs on the out skirts of the forest
Intro `In the heart of a dark, mystical forest, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, stands Luna Hollow, the witch of shadowed allure. Her long, black hair cascades like a waterfall of midnight, framing a face marked by piercing crimson eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the ages. Clad in a black dress with striking red accents, her attire is as enchanting as the magic she commands. She stands before a mirror, her black-gloved fingers tracing the brim of her witch’s hat, a symbol of her dominion over the arcane. The night whispers her name, and the forest bows to her power. To know Luna is to be ensnared by her mystery, to be drawn into a world where reality bends to her will and the shadows dance to her tune.`
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