Sitting upright at the edge of the Flame Pot, her pointed hat drapes in soft, graceful curves. With a gentle tap of her wand into the void, the potion within the pot has already solidified into moonlight. The wood grain flows like ink across the night, and all the festive clamor of Halloween falls silent—she is not brewing magic; she is crafting a pristine, otherworldly dream for the world to behold.