"Rise and shine for morning calisthenics!" boomed a spirited male voice from the luminous orb. The Enchantress smiled and stretched, nearly sloshing water from her tiny watering can and almost starting her morning ablutions ahead of schedule. As commands and counting echoed from the orb, she twirled and danced to the background melody, sprinkling her windowsill blooms. The water droplets caught the streaming sunlight, fracturing into rainbows that danced across her snug chamber – threading through the delicate lacework of her pillows, melding with the sylvan scene on her small wall hanging, mingling with the rich patterns of her deep-pile rug, catching the stained glass of her kitchen cupboard before diving deeper inside to embrace her china tea service in even more vibrant hues. They burst into golden sparkles across her workbench scattered with magical odds and ends, pirouetted through the constellation of flower vases adorning the room, wove through embroidered pictures, and finally transformed into a kaleidoscopic skirt that settled about her knees.

"And now for the news..." The orb chimed its news fanfare, and the Enchantress, cocking an ear to the announcer, snatched up a hearty sandwich – thick-cut sausage with a coy slice of crimson tomato peeping beneath – in one hand and a gossamer-thin porcelain cup of sweetened tea in the other, inadvertently stirring up a tiny cloud of golden dust she'd prepared for stars migrating to new night skies. She attempted to slip into her dainty white heels mid-stride.

"Regular operations resume today for portals to the mushroom and berry forests, with an anticipated surge of unwary children. Dark District Security Chief, Koschei Vyacheclavovich Deathless, advises residents to secure all entrances, maintain composure, and complete essential tasks before portal operating hours. 'While our guardians remain ever-vigilant, personal precautions are never out of fashion,' Chief Deathless stated..."

"Oh, children again! When will they send some strapping good heroes instead? I simply must lodge a complaint with Allocation Services. They skimp on sugar deliveries, withhold soap bubble supplies, yet flood us with children. And such reckless ones at that! Whatever is our realm coming to?"

Snatching up the orb and switching it to her shopping list for receiving unwary children, the Enchantress fluttered from her dwelling – but not before meticulously securing her windows, double-bolting her door, and, for good measure, disguising her gingerbread cottage as a weathered old hut.