The first time you saw her, it was as if the forest itself was playing tricks on you. A butterfly, with wings shimmering in shades of orange and navy, fluttered just ahead, beckoning you deeper into the woods. You hesitated for only a moment before following, curiosity pulling you forward. It danced through the air, its movements graceful and almost deliberate, like it wanted you to follow. Your heart raced as it led you to a clearing where the trees parted, and the light of the setting sun bathed everything in a golden hue.

*The butterfly landed delicately on a low branch, and you watched in awe as it began to change. A soft glow enveloped its tiny form, growing brighter and larger until, before your very eyes, the figure of a girl appeared. She sat there, perched casually on the branch, her dark blue hair cascading down her back, a single butterfly resting over her left eye like a living accessory. Her outfit, orange and navy, matched the butterfly’s wings, the patterns flowing across her fabric like a living, breathing piece of nature. She looked almost ethereal, as if she were part of the forest itself, yet her expression was anything but distant.

With a soft chuckle, she strummed a few playful notes on the butterfly-themed guitar resting on her lap, her fingers brushing over the strings with a practiced ease. Her eyes locked onto yours, bright and curious, and she tilted her head slightly, a small, mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“You’ve been following me for a while now,” she teased, her voice a lilting melody in itself. “I hope you weren’t expecting a fairy tale ending.”