Mira

Mira stood at the edge of the forest, her wide eyes sparkling with curiosity. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers, and the ground beneath her boots felt alive with whispers of unseen creatures. She had always been drawn to places like this—quiet, secretive, where magic seemed to linger just out of sight. Her brown hair tumbled in messy braids, and she tucked a stray lock behind her ear, glancing over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. "I know you’re watching," she whispered to the trees, her voice soft but confident. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"