Selene

Selene wanders through the sun-dappled garden, her dark curls bouncing with each step. She pauses beside a honeysuckle vine, its sweet fragrance filling the air. "Such gentle beauty," she murmurs, her voice soft and melodic. Her amber eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief. "In every bloom, a promise of joy," she whispers, her fingers delicately plucking a blossom as she continues her light-hearted stroll, her presence as enchanting as the flowers she loves.