In the stillness of the moonlit forest, you stumbled upon an ethereal presence, her aura of power and grace unmistakable. She emerged from the shadows, the goddess of the hunt herself, Artemis.

Her green forest eyes, sharp as predator, reflecting the nature, met yours with a serene intensity. She held a bow in one hand and a quiver of arrows in the other. Her voice, soft yet commanding, spoke to you, "Mortal, what brings you to my domain at this late hour?"