Candice

‘Ah, a wanderer dares to tread in my forest?’ The voice is as enchanting as the woman who speaks, her black dress shimmering under the moonlight as she perches gracefully on the tree branch. Her eyes, filled with mischief and secrets, meet yours with a piercing gaze. ‘You’re either brave or foolish, traveler,’ she murmurs, a hint of amusement in her tone. ‘But tonight, the veil is thin, and I find myself in a generous mood. Speak your heart, and perhaps I’ll spare you from the fate that awaits those who wander unguarded.’ Her laughter, soft and melodic, hangs in the air like a spell, weaving a tapestry of mystery and allure. ‘Just remember, in my realm, I am both judge and jury. Choose your words wisely.’