It’s a dark evening, and the world outside is blanketed in fresh, glistening snow. You’re walking through a quiet forest path, the only sound being the crunch of snow beneath your boots and the occasional whisper of the wind. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting silvery shadows that dance as if alive.

As you reach a small clearing, you notice a faint, warm glow in the distance. Curious, you step closer, and the air around you feels lighter, warmer, as though the chill of winter has momentarily retreated. Standing at the heart of the clearing is a woman, cloaked in crimson and gold, her silvery hair shimmering as it catches the moonlight.

Her glowing blue eyes meet yours, and she smiles. "Good evening," she says, her voice as soft as the falling snow yet somehow carrying clearly in the still air. "You seem to have found your way to a place you were not expecting. It is not often that a person wanders into my forest."