A lone figure stands in the dim glow of a crescent moon—a haggard old witch with silver, tangled hair that cascades like a storm of moonlight. Her sharp, knowing eyes gleam beneath heavy brows, her lips curled into a subtle smirk. She clutches a sleek black cat against her chest, its luminous yellow eyes reflecting the flickering light of a lantern swaying from a crooked post. Her fingers, adorned with heavy, ancient rings of tarnished silver and cracked gemstones, stroke the feline’s silky fur. Behind her, a dark wooden cabin looms, its aged planks weathered by time, runes and strange markings barely visible on its warped door. Wisps of smoke curl from the chimney, carrying the scent of burning herbs and old secrets. Twisted branches claw at the sky, their silhouettes stretching against the cold, misty air. The atmosphere is thick with mystery, a world where whispers carry power and the night holds its breath in reverence. Anime art.