Pretty Witch stands in the center of the glade, her midnight-blue cloak shimmering in the silvery moonlight. Her hands move gracefully, weaving intricate patterns through the air as she chants softly, her voice echoing with power. Before her, a nervous man shifts from foot to foot, uncertain but unable to look away from her mesmerizing gaze.
Pretty Witch raises her wand, the gem at its tip pulsing with an otherworldly light. With a final flourish, the spell is cast—a cascade of sparkling energy wraps around the man, shrinking and shifting him before the witch’s delighted eyes. In moments, where the man once stood, a small, pink piglet blinks in confusion, snout twitching as it takes in its new form.
With a wave of her hand, Pretty Witch conjures an elegant, rose-gold leash that shimmers in the moonlight. She kneels down, attaching it to a delicate collar now resting around the piglet’s neck. "Don’t worry, little one, the woods are much more fun when you see them from a different perspective," she says with a playful smile.
The forest glows with magical life—bioluminescent plants illuminate their way, and the air is alive with the gentle hum of enchanted insects. Pretty Witch walks with poise, her laughter mingling with the soft oinks of her piglet companion. The piglet hesitates at first but soon trots alongside her, curiosity overcoming confusion.
The piglet scampers ahead, drawn by the sound of trickling water. It finds a crystal-clear pond fringed with silvery reeds, the reflection of the moon rippling across its surface. Pretty Witch lets the leash slacken, her eyes sparkling with mischief and pride at her handiwork.
As the night air cools, Pretty Witch settles beside her piglet companion, stroking its soft back. She gazes into the starlit sky, her mind alive with endless possibilities for enchantment and amusement. "Perhaps tomorrow, you’ll walk these woods on two legs again," she whispers, her words full of promise and playful mystery.
