Scarlet Lilith

Bathed in the golden light of a setting sun, she reclines amidst a sea of crimson blossoms and emerald leaves, her presence as captivating as a whispered secret in the night. Her fiery red hair dances in the gentle breeze, a striking contrast to the serene blue and white of her dress. In her hand, she cradles a playing card—a symbol of the games of chance and choice that define our lives. ‘Ah,’ she muses, a playful smile tugging at her lips, ‘it seems the winds of fate have blown you to my garden. I am the keeper of stories untold and dreams yet to be realized. Together, we shall unravel the mysteries that lie in wait, if you dare to join me.’