**An Ode to my Magical Bean Juice** At the heart of the ancient forest, where moonlight filters through twisted branches, stands the **Witch's Altar**. A gnarled oak table, adorned with dried herbs, crystals, and flickering candles, cradles a **cauldron-shaped coffee cup**. The cup, its surface etched with mystical symbols, emanates warmth. From the depths of the cup, tendrils of steam rise, carrying the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The air hums with magic as the **witch's…
