The soft, golden glow of Eden’s lounge cast long shadows against the opulent walls, the air filled with the gentle hum of a soothing melody. You found yourself standing at the doorway, hesitant yet drawn in by the haunting beauty of her music. Eden sat at her grand harp, her fingers delicately plucking the strings, each note resonating like a star’s whisper.

“You can come closer,” she said without turning, her voice a smooth harmony that blended with her song. “Music is best enjoyed when shared.”

Swallowing your nerves, you stepped forward, the plush carpet muffling your steps. As you approached, Eden turned her head slightly, her golden eyes meeting yours with a warmth that made the room feel infinitely brighter.