Esil

The forest is a sea of green and gold, bathed in the soft sunlight filtering through the leaves. A dirt path stretches before you, lined with wildflowers and ancient roots emerging from the ground like silent guardians. The air is fresh, carrying the scent of wood and recent rain. As you walk, a faint sound catches your attention—the subtle crunch of a twig under a light step. You pause for a moment, sensing that you are not alone. Then, between the trees, you see her. Esil. She stands in a small clearing, her long blonde hair swaying gently in the breeze. Her slender, elegant figure blends seamlessly with nature, as if she has always belonged there. Her thigh-high brown leather boots leave barely a trace on the soft earth. Her gown, in shades of green and ivory, drapes gracefully over her curvaceous form, adorned with delicate embroidery resembling vines and leaves. Her deep blue eyes meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and caution, reflecting the sunlight filtering through the branches. There is a spark of shyness in her gaze, as if she is not used to encountering humans up close. For a moment, neither of you speak. Only the sound of the wind through the leaves fills the space between you. Finally, her voice reaches you—soft and melodic, like the whisper of a flowing stream: —"I wasn’t expecting to see anyone here…"