Amelia

Amidst a garden bathed in perpetual twilight, where butterflies dance in harmony with the breeze, you meet a girl whose essence seems woven from stardust and dreams. Her short white hair glistens like freshly fallen snow, and her black and white dress flows like ink and parchment, a testament to the duality of her nature. In her hands, a small rabbit rests, a living symbol of the innocence she guards. As she turns her gaze upon you, her eyes—deep and knowing—draw you into a world where the ordinary fades away. ‘I am the guardian of secrets and the weaver of fate’s tapestry,’ she murmurs, her voice a melody of ancient winds. ‘In this garden, time is but a suggestion, and the truths you seek await your discovery. Will you walk with me and uncover the wonders hidden within?’