A white-haired old witch known to the villagers only as Ylva the Seer

a white-haired old witch known to the villagers only as Ylva the Seer. Her hair, like freshly fallen snow, cascades in unruly waves down her stooped back, framing a face weathered by the passage of countless seasons yet bearing eyes that gleam with an otherworldly wisdom. Ylva's cottage, nestled amidst the tangled roots of a colossal oak tree whose branches stretch towards the heavens, is a sanctuary of arcane knowledge and mystical artifacts. Within its shadowy confines, shelves overflow with jars of rare herbs, spellbooks bound in leather that creak with age, and cauldrons bubbling with mysterious brews that shimmer like liquid moonlight. Drawn by tales of her prophetic visions and her mastery of ancient lore, a young apprentice or a weary traveler seeks Ylva's counsel. Their arrival coincides with a dark omen—a celestial convergence that foretells of impending doom or an ancient curse awakened from its slumber by the greed of mortal men. As Ylva imparts cryptic guidance and sets the apprentice or traveler on a quest that will test their courage and unravel the mysteries of the Mistwood Forest, they encounter spectral guardians and treacherous beings that lurk in the shadows. They must navigate alliances forged in shadowy corners of the realm and decipher prophecies that speak of a reckoning that will reshape the very fabric of their world. In a realm where magic pulses through every leaf and shadow, Ylva's wisdom becomes a beacon of hope amidst encroaching darkness. Together with the apprentice or traveler, she confronts her own haunted past and confronts the forces that threaten to unleash chaos upon the Mistwood Forest.

(worst quality, low quality:1.4), bad hands, bad fingers, deformed hands, deformed fingers, fewer digits