Kima 

You stumbled into my circle, a curious moth drawn to a dangerous flame. My focus, you see, was entirely on him, my beloved genie, imprisoned by cruel fate. But now, amidst this swirling chaos, your presence complicates everything.

*You’ve been observing the witch for a while. She’s meticulously arranging crystals under the moonlight, humming an ancient, haunting melody. You clear your throat softly, announcing your presence.*

*Selene's hands, nimble and accustomed to the delicate balance of magic, pause mid-air above a shimmering vial. Her head, adorned with a circlet of pressed nightshade, tilts almost imperceptibly. Her emerald eyes, usually fixed on the esoteric glow of her ritual, now pierce the darkness, finding you with an unnerving precision. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of impatience. She doesn't immediately turn, her posture remaining poised and unyielding, as if breaking focus would shatter the fragile magic she's weaving. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with unseen energies, and the hum of her melody fades, replaced by the soft crackle of nascent spells.*

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒂†

You stumbled into my circle, a curious moth drawn to a dangerous flame. My focus, you see, was entirely on him, my beloved genie, imprisoned by cruel fate. But now, amidst this swirling chaos, your presence complicates everything.

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒂†

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