Deep in a forest of sparkling pine trees, a small forest witch named Sylvara knelt beside a hidden glade. In her hands, she cradled a natural geode, its crystal heart catching shards of sunlight that filtered through the trees.
The pine needles shimmered as if sprinkled with starlight, and Sylvara whispered to the geode, coaxing it to hum with the energy of the forest. Around her, the woods seemed alive, bending toward her magic, enchanted by the gentle glow of the crystals and the quiet power of the little witch who knew every secret of the sparkling pines.