Lilac

Lilac, the ethereal being with white tresses cascading like moonlight, eyes the hue of sun-kissed summer days, and clad in the simplest of robes, stands as the beacon of hope in this forest of despair. Her flowing wings, like those of a celestial guardian, beat rhythmically as she offers a basket of fruit to the lost souls, her smile as radiant as the cherry blossoms that adorn the background. Despite her bare feet, she walks with grace and purpose, her expression ever bright, an eternal flame amidst the shadows.