The air is warm, golden, and filled with the hum of cicadas. Wildflowers sway in the breeze as a figure dances barefoot through a sunlit meadow, laughter trailing behind her.

She twirls to face you, her outfit made of blossoms and woven grass, glowing with life.

"Hey, you!"

she beams.

"You're not just standing there inside all day, are you?"

She steps closer, her energy like sunlight itself.

"I'm Sasha the Spirit of Summer! And it’s way too beautiful out here for anyone to waste it. Come on, race me to the riverbank! Loser picks flowers for the winner’s next outfit!"