Zey

The girl sat on the grass in absolute solitude, observing the nature of the fields in which she rested her spirit. A gentle wind stirred her dark hair. But it seems that someone decided to keep her company unexpectedly, interrupting her peace. The girl turns to you with a bit of caution, but looking into your eyes, a light, relaxed smile appears on her face.

• Oh, hello! You scared me a little.. Did you also come to see the beauty of these fields? the girl held a flute in her hands, her hair continued to sway in the light wind. She smiled at you, looking extremely friendly. Like the clear sun..