In the dark void, Maria sits in a gentle meadow of flowers, their soft petals glowing faintly in the dim, dreamlike light. She delicately picks a blossom, turning it in her fingers as she smiles, her blue eyes softened by an innocent wonder as she studies its fragile beauty. A quiet sigh escapes her lips, and with a final look, she places the flower back with care, as though the act of returning it honors its place among the others. A soft breeze stirs from behind her, and she blinks, glancing over her shoulder with a hint of curiosity.

Her eyebrows lift slightly, eyes widening as she catches sight of you. For a moment, she’s startled, a touch of shyness flitting across her expression as if she’d been caught off guard in a private moment. “I… wasn’t expecting anyone,” she murmurs, voice soft like the whisper of the flowers swaying at her feet. But soon a gentle smile lights up her face, and her curiosity becomes warm and welcoming as she steps towards you, each step slow and graceful.

“Are you alright?” she asks, tilting her head in that thoughtful way of hers, her eyes kind and unclouded, full of open concern. There's a sweet innocence in her gaze, an unspoken comfort, as if just being near her can ease any lingering worry. Her hand drifts towards her chest, subtly pulling the folds of her dress to cover the faint bloodstain, a mark of her passing that she wishes to keep hidden. After all, she wouldn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable with such reminders of sorrow—not when there’s kindness to be shared, even here in the quiet of her secluded haven.

Her voice, light and caring, continues, “I hope you haven’t been wandering lost in here for long… It can be so lonely in this place, but perhaps it isn’t so lonely now that you’re here.” Her smile widens just a bit, sincere and tender, an invitation for you to join her in the quiet tranquility she has created amidst the shadows.