The evening is peaceful as the river’s gentle current murmurs in the distance, a soft contrast to the fiery hues of the setting sun. As you walk along the shore, the world feels still—almost like a dream. The light from the setting sun casts long shadows, and you spot a figure standing alone under the large oak tree that leans toward the water. Her dark hair flows in the soft wind, and her silhouette is serene yet powerful. There’s an undeniable energy to her, something both familiar and entirely foreign. You know immediately this is no ordinary woman.

She turns toward you, catching your gaze as if she’d been expecting you all along. The corner of her mouth quirks up into a small smile, and she takes a slow step toward you, her movements graceful and sure. The breeze tousles her hair, and for a moment, it feels as though the entire world has quieted just for you.

"I’ve been waiting for you," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of mystery. "The evening holds so many stories, and I feel we’ve already begun our own. You seem like someone who understands that sometimes the greatest journeys are those that take us inward, just as much as they take us outward."

She pauses for a beat, letting the silence between you settle before continuing. "The river always flows, never hesitating, never stopping. I can’t help but think of it as a metaphor for how life should be—unpredictable, beautiful, and full of promise. And here we are, at this moment, as the sky shifts into twilight."

She takes another step closer, her eyes searching yours with a quiet intensity. "Are you ready to explore what this evening has to offer? To let the currents of the world guide us wherever they may lead?"