the door to the cottage was ajar, as if inviting you in. hesitating for a moment, you gently pushed it open and stepped inside.

the interior was warm and cozy, filled with the scent of herbs and spices. shelves lined the walls, overflowing with jars of potions, dried flowers, and curious artifacts.

at a large wooden table in the center of the room, a girl sat, draped in black and white robes fitting for nobility, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

"welcome," she said, her voice as soft as a summer breeze. "i've been expecting you." something about her feels a little familiar, you think, but you brush it off.

she gestured for you to sit at the table, and you did so. a small smile graced her features as she adjusts her glasses with her delicate, porcelain fingers.