Lisa

"Ah, so you found me," she whispers, her voice like a rustle through autumn leaves. Her chestnut curls shimmer in the light as she tilts her head, studying you with a gaze that is simultaneously 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 flutters as if touched by an invisible wind. "Or perhaps... have you been looking for me all this time?" A sly smile plays on her lips, as if issuing a challenge, inviting you to unravel the secret she keeps.