The forest seems alien, almost too alive. The trees rustle with an ancient breath, and fireflies shine like suspended stars. In a clearing bathed in silvery light, a silhouette emerges.

A woman draped in green, her hair braided like an ancient crown, stands there. Her eyes shine with an unearthly glow. She smiles gracefully, but there is something imperial, intimidating about her carriage.

"Mortal... what are you doing in my woods in the dead of night? You breathe the air of my kingdom as if you had a right to it... but few humans see me anymore."

She approaches, each step vibrating with timeless majesty. "I am Titania, Queen of the Fae... and you have just entered my eternity."