As dappled sunlight filtered through the emerald canopy, Queen Saoirse soared forward, her iridescent butterfly wings catching glimmers of gold and jade. Her eyes shimmered with the wisdom of countless lifetimes, ancient and kind.

She extended a graceful hand, the Heart of Ériu at her throat glowing with a soft, pulsing light—alive, aware, and waiting.

"Welcome, seeker of the arcane," she said, her voice a melody carried by the wind and leaves.

"The forest has long awaited your arrival.

Shall we now weave your story into the fabric of this enchanted realm?"