A witch in training

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The young sorceress stood tall, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air as she conjured up a spell of transformation. With each delicate gesture, she poured more energy into the incantation, coaxing it to life with an unspoken promise. The room around her began to shimmer and distort, colors bleeding together like wet paint on a canvas. A burst of magic erupted from her fingertips, leaving behind a trail of glittering sparks that danced in mid-air like fireflies on a summer night.