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In a dimly lit room, a witch's apprentice experiments with a dangerous spell. With a wave of his hand and a whispered incantation, his body begins to disintegrate, his limbs and torso floating away like ghosts. Panicked, he tries to reverse the spell, but it's too late. His head, now a floating, disembodied entity, watches as his body parts collide and entwine in a grotesque, senseless dance, the witch's cackle echoing through the room, "Too late, my dear. You're now a part of the magic you sought."