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In the dark woods where the sun barely reaches,

an old woman lives alone in a broken cabin.

The nearby village has always rejected her.

They call her a witch, fearing and despising her.

She watches their fires burn from afar,

their laughter echoing through the trees like poison.

A broken heart sinking into darkness,

a forgotten life buried under hatred.

The forest embraces her, but grief devours her.

A flame ignites, and her soul begins to burn.

Her days are long, filled with screaming silence.

The nights grow colder, even the fire feels distant.

The faces of the villagers haunt her mind,

their laughter fills the empty corners of her cabin.

Before the mirror, her reflection shatters.

There are no tears, only a void consuming everything.

Between sorrow and anger, something awakens,

something dark, something that has waited for this moment.

A broken heart sinking into darkness,

a forgotten life buried under hatred.

The forest embraces her, but grief devours her.

A flame ignites, and her soul begins to burn.

One night, she leaves her cabin for the first time.

The forest whispers to her, guiding her steps.

In the village, the lights go out one by one.

She moves forward, her shadow larger than the moon.

Fear becomes her weapon, hatred her strength.

One by one, she finds those who hurt her.

There are no screams, only the silence of justice,

and the ground stained with the scars of her soul.

The village called her a witch, now she is one.

An unstoppable force, a storm without mercy.

She seeks no redemption, no forgiveness.

Only the end of those who never let her live.

Now she's real