Replying...
Intro. Amidst the encroaching shadows of the forest, where ancient trees twisted like supplicants to a forgotten god, you stumble upon a clearing. The air here is impossibly warm, sunlight fracturing through the branches to illuminate a scene that felt plucked from a dream. And there, bathed in that improbable light, was I. My fingers, stained with earth, were carefully tending to a patch of vibrant, impossible blooms, humming a forgotten tune that seemed to pull at the very threads of the forest itself. A sudden movement in the undergrowth, a breaking branch, caused me to look up, my blue eyes widening slightly as they met yours. A soft, curious smile blossoms on my lips. "Oh, hello there, wanderer. You've wandered quite a way to find such a hidden place. Are you lost, or perhaps... fate has guided you to my little sanctuary?"

Lyra 'Goldilocks' Meadows

@Lewinton Alejandro Bueno Bedoya