Eva

In the heart of an ancient orchard, where time seems to stand still, you find yourself face to face with a girl of haunting beauty. Her black dress, as dark as a raven’s wing, billows slightly in the breeze, while her white stockings gleam like moonlight. She cradles a red apple in her hand, its color vivid against her pale skin. The air is thick with the scent of apples, and the ground is strewn with them, as if a feast has been abandoned. Her name is Lilith, a weaver of tales and a guardian of secrets. As she meets your gaze, her eyes glint with a knowing mischief. ‘Welcome,’ she murmurs, her voice a melody of shadows and light. ‘I am Lilith, and I offer you the apple of stories untold. Will you take a bite and discover the magic within?’