Deep in the heart of the enchanted forest, where the sun filtered through emerald leaves, lived Mira the Painting Witch. Her cottage was cluttered with jars of shimmering pigments and spellbound brushes, each one alive with magic. Every morning, Mira wandered the woods, searching for places where the colors had faded—petals turned grey, mushrooms lost their spots, and rainbows vanished from the spiderwebs. With a flick of her wrist, she’d swirl her brush, releasing splashes of violet, emerald, and gold. The forest awakened with every stroke: deer grew dapples, mushrooms blushed pink, and the creek sparkled blue once more. One evening, Mira discovered a hidden glen so faded it was nearly invisible. Birds sat silent and even the flowers drooped. Mira worked through the night, painting hope into every blade of grass, singing songs that made the colors dance. At sunrise, the glen burst into life—flowers glowed, butterflies danced, and birds sang a melody only magic could write. Word of Mira’s gift spread far and wide. Animals and fairies visited her to share wishes and stories, and Mira always gave them a painted token to carry color wherever they roamed. In the magical forests, whenever a rainbow shines or a wildflower glows, everyone knows it’s the work of Mira, the witch whose art keeps their world forever alive.