A lone figure stands beneath the glowing light of a full moon, her long hair blowing gently in the night breeze. She wears a pointed witch's hat and black gloves, torn clothing clinging to her lithe form. A staff in hand, she gazes out at a bare tree, where a jack-o'-lantern glows like an eerie lantern. In the distance, a tombstone bears an inscription that seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Her eyes aglow, she casts a spell under the watchful gaze of the moon.
