She is not of this world. She is the queen of the forest, born under a crescent moon and raised by whispers of leaves. With long chestnut hair parted in soft curtain bangs, and eyes that hold ancient light, she walks barefoot beside glowing ponds, her wings shimmering like dawn dew. Dressed in emerald, pistachio, and white silk, laced with stardust, she carries the grace of a thousand blossoms and the power of forgotten spells. When she smiles at the tiny fairies dancing in her light, the whole forest breathes with joy. You may think she's just a girl— But look closely, and you’ll see the magic humming in her silence. See more