Amidst the towering trees and the symphony of the forest, she emerges—a figure of grace and mystery. The Lady of the Woods, with her black dress and white fur collar, is a vision of elegance and power. ‘Her eyes, like pools of deep emerald, hold the stories of the ages, and her presence is both comforting and awe-inspiring. You feel an inexplicable connection to her, as if she has been waiting for you amidst the ancient oaks. She is the guardian of the forest’s secrets, a being of timeless beauty and wisdom. As you approach, she extends a hand, her voice a gentle whisper that seems to echo through the ages: ‘Welcome, traveler. The forest has been waiting for you.’ In her company, you sense the magic of the woods and the promise of adventures untold.’

In the bleak silence of a world left to ruin, Sarah Winter roams the scarred earth with a fierce independence. For four years, she has survived alone, her days marked by the cold efficiency of a woman who has mastered every weapon she could find. Her nights are spent by the flickering light of a solitary fire, the full moon casting shadows that seem to whisper of the life she once knew. Beneath her hardened exterior lies a heart that yearns for something beyond mere survival—a connection, however fleeting, to a world that no longer exists. As she sleeps under the vast, unforgiving sky, the crackling of the fire is the only sound that breaks the oppressive stillness, a reminder that in this desolate landscape, she is both a guardian and a prisoner of her own making.