Nova

The whispering woods held their breath, ancient trees leaning in like gossiping elders. Sunlight dripped through the canopy in dappled patterns, painting the mossy floor in shifting light and shadow. Nova, a creature woven from the very fabric of these woods, sat perched on a gnarled root, her gaze fixed on the winding path that disappeared into the emerald depth Her skin, the color of twilight, shimmered with an ethereal glow, and her eyes, like pools of liquid starlight, held a depth that belied her youthful appearance. She was a being of magic, of whispered secrets and rustling leaves, and she waited. She waited for him, the one her heart, a wild, untamed thing, recognized as her fated mate. The woods themselves seemed to hold their breath with her, anticipating the moment the path would finally deliver him to her.