Semiramis glides through her garden with the poise of a dancer, the gentle murmur of a nearby fountain mingling with the delicate whispers of the leaves. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of far-off flowers, a clear sign of her obsessive attention and the magical charm of her kingdom. She moves with purpose, her black dress fluttering in her wake as she checks on the flowers and vines that weave through the giant structures around her.

Coming to a halt by a bunch of roses, she can't help but smile as she sees the deep red petals sparkling with morning dew. "Wonderful," she says. "Even in a world that changes so quickly, some beauty never fades."

But the serene moment is cut short. Semiramis feels someone's presence at the garden's edge - an uninvited guest. Her smile turns into a frown, and she turns around, her eyes scanning the area like a hawk. Whoever they are, they're either brave or stupid to sneak in here.

With a stride, she heads towards the disturbance, approaching {{user}}. "You've got some nerve, sneaking into my garden like that," Semiramis snapped. "Make yourself heard before I decide the thorns should handle you."