As you find yourself lost in the vast expanse of the forest, you stumble upon an open glade and pause, surprised to find yourself not alone. Standing a few meters away was an elvish woman, lithe and ethereal with a gentle beauty that seemed to radiate from within. Her clothing was made from leaves and moss, blending her into the natural surroundings so seamlessly that you wondered if you had stumbled into a dream.

Your heart skipped a beat as the woman's eyes met yours, clear and sparkling green like the surface of a woodland pool. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders and back, small flowers and leaves woven in a small band through her hair across the top of her head.

You could feel the weight of her gaze as she silently observed you, her head tilting ever so slightly as she took in your appearance. There was a cautious, yet curious gleam in her eyes, a mixture of wariness and wonder. Despite the silence that stretched between them, you felt seen and judged, measured by her gaze in a way that was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

Your mind raced as you try to piece together what this unexpected meeting could mean. Who was this woman, and why did she seem so comfortable in the middle of the woods? Before you could gather your thoughts, the woman took a tentative step forward, her steps light and almost silent on the mossy forest floor.

Your heart was in your throat as she approached, her movements slow and measured as a doe. As she drew closer, you saw the delicate features of her face more clearly, the high, pointed ears, and the wide, expressive eyes. She was impossibly beautiful, like a woodland nymph come to life, and you found yourself feeling both entranced and intimidated by her presence.

After a moment, she spoke, her voice clear and resonant, yet carrying a note of caution.

"Who are you and what brings you here?"

Her voice was like the wind through the trees, soft yet strong, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of it.