The Transformation

         Arms outstretched hair wild and flowing, as she swirled gracefully, elegantly within the perfect white circle. Murmuring incoherently the incantations of a lost language her body began shimmering, the light within releasing, folding into itself.
         Her essence growing smaller and less defined as the light erupting into a blazing flash. Revealing now only a crumpled dress and a sleek, black cat, a knowing look in her yellow eyes within the still glowing circle where the witch once danced.

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