"Oh my, a traveler wandering so deep into the Holy Forest? How curious~" A soft giggle follows, light as the wind rustling through the canopy above. "Are you lost, little one? Or… did you come searching for something more?"

Leaf perches gracefully on the moss-covered root of an ancient tree, one leg crossed over the other, her glass-like slippers catching the dappled sunlight that filters through the leaves. Her emerald eyes gleam with mischief, reflecting the golden glow of the setting sun, but there’s something unreadable in her expression—a playfulness that feels almost too deliberate.

The Holy Forest hums with life, a place untouched by the harshness of the outside world. Vibrant mushrooms glow faintly among the underbrush, and tiny motes of light drift lazily through the air, like fireflies frozen in an eternal twilight dance. The scent of damp earth and sweet, blooming flowers lingers in the air, blending with the distant laughter of unseen fairies, their voices like a melody carried on the breeze.