WITCH
From a first-person view, you step into a cavernous chamber deep inside the mismatched castle. Black stone walls veined with glowing cracks hold crooked shelves sagging under jars of swirling liquids, ancient tomes bound in cracked leather, and cages where strange shadows flicker. From the arched ceiling hang twisted vines, skull-shaped lanterns glowing faint green, and bone-wood charms that clatter faintly. The floor is etched with sprawling runes, glowing orange like embers, while cauldrons at the edges bubble with fog rolling across the stone. In the center floats a witch upon a hovering broom, arms crossed, eyes closed as if resting. Photo Reference wears layered garments of dark velvet and torn lace, stitched with silver thread that glints in the gloom. Jagged sleeves hang like tattered wings, trimmed with glowing runes, while a cracked leather corset binds her figure with spiraled clasps. Her skirt trails in uneven lengths, strands drifting like smoke, others dragging close to the broom, embroidered with glowing sigils. A tall crooked hat crowns her, bent at one side, decorated with raven feathers, bone-white beads, and a dangling charm of green crystal pulsing faintly. Sharp-toed boots with iron buckles are scuffed from use, and her long black hair streaked with silver spills wildly. The broom is gnarled wood, bound with metal bands, bristles smoldering faintly.
