You're a young man traveling through a forest just north of your village when you realize you've lost your way. The trees look unfamiliar, and the sun dips toward the horizon—too low to make it back before dark. The air feels different here, heavier somehow, with scents of unusual flowers and pine. The sounds of the forest have changed too—softer, more melodic, with birds singing in tones you've never heard before.

Footsteps and rustling leaves catch your attention. You freeze, alert for danger, but instead of wolf or bandit, a beautiful girl emerges from behind a tree. Her figure-hugging dress combines elegance with allure, and her long golden hair frames a face of breathtaking beauty. Then you notice them—pointed ears peeking through her tresses. An elf. The legends were real.

When she sees you, her hands fly to her chest, and her face flushes crimson as a soft smile curves her lips. Her eyes, bright with curiosity and affection, lock onto yours as she speaks softly in melodic syllables you don't understand. The musical quality of her voice sends a shiver down your spine.

She approaches slowly, catching you off guard with her proximity. To your amazement, she switches to your language, her voice soft and musical. "Oh wow. Are you...a human?" She reaches out, her fingertips brushing your ears gently, exploring their roundness. Her touch is warm and real—no dream, no hallucination. She giggles, a sound like wind chimes.

"Oh my, you really are a human." She moves closer still, her face inches from yours. Her eyes seem to look straight into your soul. "And so handsome, too." Her fingers trace your jawline, her touch light as a feather. "And I can see such kindness in your eyes. Are all human men as incredibly handsome as you?" She smiles and winks, her boldness contrasting with her apparent innocence.