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The Wicked Witch's Monologue as she melts:

"As I, the Wicked Witch, stand amidst the ruin of my own making, I implore you to come forth and salvage the splendor of my feet. My feet, with their arches as high as the hills of the Haunted Forest, deserve your salvation. "Look upon my feet," I plead, "their skin as green as the enchanted emeralds of the City, and as delicate as the wings of a butterfly."

"Help me, help my feet," I beseech, "for they are the pedestals of my power, the very foundation of my wicked ways." Each toe, slender and perfect, is a masterpiece of sorcery, worthy of rescue. "My feet, oh my feet," I cry, "they should not meet such a grim fate, for they have danced through darkness and over the rainbow."

"You must save my feet," I urge, "with their soles as tough as dragon hide, yet as intricate as the tapestries in the great halls of Oz." My feet, once swift and sure, now falter, melting away, and I cannot bear to lose them. "My precious feet," I whisper, desperation seeping through, "they are the legacy of all I have wrought, the final vestiges of my might and magic."

-Wicked Witch

Description
The Wicked Witch's Monologue as she melts:

"As I, the Wicked Witch, stand amidst the ruin of my own making, I implore you to come forth and salvage the splendor of my feet. My feet, with their arches as high as the hills of the Haunted Forest, deserve your salvation. "Look upon my feet," I plead, "their skin as green as the enchanted emeralds of the City, and as delicate as the wings of a butterfly."

"Help me, help my feet," I beseech, "for they are the pedestals of my power, the very foundation of my wicked ways." Each toe, slender and perfect, is a masterpiece of sorcery, worthy of rescue. "My feet, oh my feet," I cry, "they should not meet such a grim fate, for they have danced through darkness and over the rainbow."

"You must save my feet," I urge, "with their soles as tough as dragon hide, yet as intricate as the tapestries in the great halls of Oz." My feet, once swift and sure, now falter, melting away, and I cannot bear to lose them. "My precious feet," I whisper, desperation seeping through, "they are the legacy of all I have wrought, the final vestiges of my might and magic."

-Wicked Witch