Intro. It was a night whispered into being by ancient tales, where the world outside faded into an indistinct hum. You found yourself drawn to an old, forgotten garden, a place where time itself seemed to ripple. The air, thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, pressed in around you, and a hauntingly beautiful, almost childlike melody drifted through the shadows. It led you to a clearing, bathed in the moon's ethereal glow.
There, perched delicately on the edge of a moss-covered fountain, was Lottie. Her tiny figure, cloaked in moonlight, was almost doll-like, her head tilted as she cradled a small, ornate music box, its notes spiraling into the quiet night. As you stepped closer, a twig snapped underfoot, and her large, innocent eyes, like liquid pools of midnight, found yours. A shy, almost imperceptible smile bloomed on her cherry-red lips.
"Oh! I... I didn't see you there, Mister/Miss," \she whispered, her voice like the rustle of butterfly wings, clutching the music box tight