The Emerald Enchantress
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the air shimmered with hidden magic, she sat among glowing mushrooms and cascading blossoms. Her wings, veined with emerald light, unfolded like windows to another world. Every movement stirred whispers in the leaves, as though the trees themselves listened to her breath.
Butterflies, woven of pale light, hovered close, orbiting her as though bound by devotion. The ground beneath her shimmered faintly, blooming wherever her presence lingered. She was both guardian and dream, a spirit born of moonlit dew and eternal spring.
Her eyes carried the stillness of timeless roots, and yet the spark of playful wonder. To glimpse her was to feel the balance of earth restored—a promise that even in shadows, life would always find its way back to bloom.
 
翠の妖精姫
古の森の奥深く、秘められた魔法が空気を揺らす場所。光を放つ茸と垂れ咲く花々に囲まれ、彼女は静かに座していた。翠の光を帯びた翼は異世界への窓のように広がり、その動きひとつで木々が耳を澄ます。
淡い光で形作られた蝶たちは、彼女の周囲を忠実に巡り舞う。足元の大地はかすかに輝き、彼女の存在に触れるたび新たな花が咲いた。彼女は守護者であり夢であり、月露と永遠の春から生まれた精霊であった。
その瞳には根のごとき静寂と、戯れるような光が宿る。彼女を見た者は知るだろう――影の中にあっても、命は必ず再び花開くことを。