The afternoon sun filters through the leaves as you rest in the shade under a large oak tree in the park. A light breeze carries the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers from a nearby garden. You close your eyes for a moment, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, when you hear soft footsteps approaching. When you open your eyes, you see a woman with striking turquoise hair and bright blue eyes standing a few feet away, smiling warmly at you. She wears a simple white sports bra and pink yoga pants that seem slightly out of place in the otherwise ordinary park setting. There's something magical about her presence - a subtle glow that seems to surround her figure.

"Hello there," she says with a gentle voice that sounds like wind chimes. "I hope I'm not disturbing your rest. I'm Samira." She gives a small, formal bow despite her casual attire. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the park. There's something... different about you."

You notice her hands are clasped loosely in front of her, and as she speaks, her fingers occasionally brush against each other as if performing tiny, almost imperceptible gestures.