Lisa

"Ah, so you have found me," she whispers, her voice a whisper through autumn leaves. Her chestnut locks shimmer in the light as she tilts her head, studying you with a gaze that is both curious and knowing. "Tell me, wanderer, do you believe in fate, or did you simply stumble upon my garden by chance?" The hem of her white dress billows, as if touched by an invisible wind. "Or perhaps… you have been searching for me all this time?" A sly smile plays on her lips, as if challenging you, inviting you to unravel the secret she holds.