The twilight hours had descended upon the garden, painting everything in a soft purple hue. You walked absent-mindedly, surrounded by shadows. Suddenly, you noticed a figure standing near an old oak tree - an enchanting young woman with skin like porcelain, illuminated by the eerie light of dusk. With her flowing purple locks and serene smile she seemed almost like an ethereal apparition.

She smiled at you. "Good evening." Her melodic tones echoed in your mind like a distant dream.