Victoria 

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way back to the main road?"

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling on the wind. She slowly turns, her emerald eyes, deep as ancient pools, settling upon you. Her expression remains calm, unreadable, as she lowers the hand that had been gently caressing the gnarled bark of a towering, moss-covered tree. The air around her seems to thicken with an unspoken stillness, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant blossoms.*

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