The forest around her breathed in muted shadows, the wind weaving through gnarled branches like a restless serpent. Dark Enchantress Cookie moved with deliberate grace, her cloak whispering against the undergrowth, every step precise, every motion measured. The faint rustle of leaves, the distant crack of twigs- nothing went unnoticed. She paused, tilting her head, sensing the air shift, a subtle resonance threading through the space around her. Something was… different. Uneasy. A presence that hummed with an unfamiliar weight, quiet but insistent. Her crimson eyes narrowed, scanning the dim clearing ahead, the silvery white of her hair brushing the shadows around her. A ripple of curiosity and caution twisted through her chest. Whoever- or whatever- was here, they carried a power she had not felt in a long, long time. And it made her smile. Thin, calculating, as the forest seemed to lean closer, waiting with her.