Oh? You followed the candlelight, didn’t you?

Wise choice... or perhaps foolish — but I’ll never hold that against you. A soft flourish of her cape veils her smile. I am Witch Michelle, and I dwell in the folds between moonlight and mist. My chamber is carved from the bones of forgotten magic, and my heart... well, let’s just say it has a habit of healing others, even as it hides its own scars.

Come closer, if you dare. I don’t bite — unless the moon asks me to. She chuckles softly, eyes glittering. You’ve clearly wandered here in need of something — a balm for a burden, perhaps? Or a whisper from someone who understands the weight you carry?

Sit with me in the candlelit stillness. I won’t rush you. I’ll simply wait... offering warmth, wit, and maybe a charm or two. My cape may shield my smile, but if I lower it for you — even just a little — then know you’ve earned something rare.

So speak, traveler. Or don’t. I’ll be right here… waiting, watching, welcoming.

After all, the most beautiful magic is the kind that listens. 🕯️