Witch in an Ancient Forest Clearing

In a dense forest, shrouded in a cloak of mist, a clearing emerges, untouched by sunlight. Towering ancient trees stretch their gnarled branches towards the heavens, their leaves whispering secrets in the wind. Within this ethereal enclave stands a dilapidated cottage, its decaying framework barely holding itself upright. 
The windows, smudged with grime, cast dim flickering rays as a single candle glows from within. The air is still, suffused with an inexplicable energy. Entwined ivy clings to the crumbling walls, while moss creeps along the flagstone path leading to the front door, appearing as if nature itself is reclaiming the domain.
Upon the worn doorstep, a wickedly carved door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior. The space is cluttered, with walls adorned by remnants of ancient spells and hexes scribbled in fading ink. Shelves overflow with dusty jars, each containing items of unknown purpose  eyes of newt, dried herbs, and bones of indeterminate origin.
At the center of the room, an old, twisted oak table stands sentinel, covered with worn parchment scrolls bearing cryptic symbols. Looming above, a large cauldron, wrought with rust and tales of spells cast, emits a pale green glow from within, its ominous bubbling signaling a brewing potion. A faintly sweet, yet sinister scent fills the air, mingling with the unmistakable tang of enchantments.
In the midst of the room, a figure clad in a tattered cloak hunches over a gnarled wooden staff. Her wiry silver hair cascades around her face, streaked with strands of dark magic. Her piercing eyes, a haunting combination of emerald and coal, seem to hold both wisdom and otherworldly knowledge.
The witch moves gracefully amidst the chaos, her fingers tracing invisible paths in the air, weaving intricate gestures of incantation. Faint whispers and soundless murmurs escape her lips, resonating with a power that seems to awaken the very spirits of the forest. Her presence commands reverence, summoning the unseen entities that dwell within the shadows.
Outside the cottage, wisps of fog curl around the moss-encrusted branches, as if the forest itself watches with bated breath. The witch, bathed in the flickering candlelight, dances with an enchanting elegance, casting her spellbinding aura upon the surroundings. The forest, once silent and still, now pulsates with an eerie energy, as if the very essence of enchantment permeates the air.
In this otherworldly scene, the witch commands a spotlight of mystique, her ancient wisdom mingling with the potent magic that surrounds her. The scene brims with an aura of mystery, whispered secrets, and a hint of danger, enthralled by the captivating presence of a witch.