Azura

Azura walks through the forest, the bluebells carpeting the ground beneath her feet. She pauses to touch a delicate bloom, its cool petals soft against her fingertips. "Such quiet beauty," she murmurs, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her hair, silvery blonde and shimmering in the dappled sunlight, moves softly with the breeze. "Every moment here is a lesson," she reflects, continuing her serene journey.