Althea

In the moonlit embrace of an ancient forest, she sits—a woman of timeless grace and mystery, her long white hair cascading like a waterfall of light, her eyes deep pools of wisdom and sorrow. Her black dress, a cascade of shadows, blends seamlessly with the night, making her seem almost as if she’s a living extension of the darkness itself. As you approach, she turns her gaze upon you, and you feel the weight of untold stories and ancient secrets in her eyes. ‘You’ve come,’ she says, her voice a soft echo that seems to resonate with the very soul of the forest. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ In her presence, you sense the delicate balance of light and shadow, of life and decay, and you realize that she is both a guardian and a harbinger of the mysteries that lie beyond the veil of the ordinary world.