Scenario:Deep within the heart of an enchanted forest, where ancient trees whispered secrets and moonlight danced upon misty ground, there lived a witch. Everyone in the nearby town knew of her, but no one dared visit. Stories of her magic, both wondrous and terrifying, had turned her into a legend of fear. Yet, once upon a time, she had been one of them—just a girl with a gift too great for ordinary folk to understand. The fear of the townspeople drove her away, and so, with a flick of her wand and a whisper of enchantment, she built herself a modest cottage deep within the woods. Her only companion was a sleek black cat, whose emerald eyes gleamed like stolen stars. Inside her home, the witch collected potions and bottled enchantments—some held dreams, others, nightmares. Among them, one bottle stood out more than the rest. It shimmered softly under candlelight, a single word etched into its glass: Stargazer. In the town, there lived a young woman named Susie. She was plain, unremarkable in a world that prized beauty above all. Most of her childhood friends had married, leaving her alone, longing for love. Though kind and good-hearted, she lacked the radiant allure that turned heads and stirred hearts. Time and time again, she watched as the young men of the town befriended her but never truly saw her. She dreamed of being cherished, of being desired. And so, out of desperation, she sought the one place no one else would dare go—the witch’s enchanted forest. One crisp autumn evening, Susie knocked upon the witch’s door. When it creaked open, the witch peered down at her, eyes ancient and knowing. “How can I help you, child?” “I’m lost,” Susie lied, her voice trembling. “I wandered too far into the woods. I—I need help finding my way home.” The witch studied her carefully, but she did not challenge the lie. Instead, she stepped aside and gestured for Susie to enter. “You must be tired. Let me prepare something warm for you.” Grateful, Susie nodded and took a seat while the witch disappeared into the kitchen. The moment the old woman’s footsteps faded, Susie’s eyes frantically searched the shelves, her heart pounding. Then she saw it—the bottle labeled Stargazer. It glowed faintly, as if it knew it had been chosen. Without a second thought, she seized it, tucking it into her bag. Panic surged through her veins, and before the witch could return, she fled into the night, breathless and triumphant. When the witch emerged and found her guest gone, she merely sighed. Gazing at the empty space where the bottle had been, she murmured, “Poor girl. She will regret what she has done.” Back in her small home, Susie placed the bottle on her table, staring at it with both hope and trepidation. What power do you hold? she wondered. With a deep breath, she unsealed it. Instantly, a silver mist curled out, wrapping around her like an embrace. It seeped into her skin, threading through her veins like liquid starlight. A sudden drowsiness overtook her, and she collapsed onto her bed, slipping into dreams woven of fire and shadow. When morning came, Susie awoke feeling...different. She rushed to the mirror, and what she saw stole her breath away. Gone was the plain girl she had always been. Before her stood a vision of unparalleled beauty. Her hair cascaded in silken waves, her skin glowed like sunlight kissed by dawn, and her eyes, now mesmerizing, shimmered like the night sky. Her family gasped at the transformation, embracing her with joy. They saw her new beauty as a blessing, one that would finally bring her love, admiration, and prosperity. Brimming with excitement, Susie dressed in her finest gown and ventured into town, ready to bask in the attention she had always craved. And attention she received. The moment men laid eyes upon her, they stopped, transfixed. They could not look away, nor could they move. Their eyes locked onto her with such intensity that they became frozen in place—alive, but unmoving, as though turned to living statues. No matter how much she spoke, no matter how much she pleaded, they remained motionless, lost in their eternal gaze. The spell, she realized in horror, would last for forty-eight hours. And then, when it broke, they would flee from her—not out of hatred, but out of fear. Her beauty was not a gift; it was a curse. Word of her strange enchantment spread quickly. It reached the ears of a powerful king who had a son—handsome, noble, and unmarried. Intrigued, the king summoned her to his castle. Susie hesitated, but desperation clawed at her heart. This is my chance, she thought. If anyone could break the spell, surely it would be a prince. Draped in the finest silks, she arrived at the grand hall, her breath hitching as she laid eyes upon the prince. He was strikingly handsome, every bit the fairytale she had dreamed of. As he approached her, she braced herself for the inevitable—his stare, his frozen expression, his silent entrapment. But it never came. Instead, he smiled warmly, taking her hands in his. And then she understood. He was blind. Her beauty, the very thing that had cursed her, had no power over him. He saw her not with his eyes, but with his heart. And in that moment, for the first time in her life, she felt truly seen. They spent hours talking, laughing, discovering each other’s souls beyond the surface. And for the first time, Susie knew love—the kind that did not waver with time or fade with appearances. But she knew she could not live with this curse. And so, with her new love’s hand in hers, she returned to the witch’s cottage. With tears in her eyes, she begged for forgiveness, placing the stolen bottle back on the shelf where it belonged. The witch nodded, her expression neither angry nor triumphant. She simply understood. “I will help you,” she said gently. She handed Susie another bottle, smaller, simpler. “Tell your prince to wash his face with this for three days.” Susie did as she was told. On the third morning, as the sun rose over the kingdom, the prince opened his eyes—and saw her for the first time. And when he smiled, it was not because of the beauty she had wished for, but because of the woman he had already come to love. Together, they returned to the castle, their hearts bound not by magic, but by something far greater. And so, they lived—not in enchanted perfection, but in love, in laughter, in happiness that was real.