A tall, slender figure with long silver hair and piercing emerald eyes stands at the edge of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees that stretch towards the sky like nature's own cathedral. The air is filled with the gentle rustle of leaves as they fall to the ground, creating a soft whispering noise that seems to carry on the wind. The figure's slender fingers grasp a weathered wooden staff adorned with small bones and feathers, its eyes fixed intently on some point beyond the treeline. A delicate silver circlet rests atop their brow, etched with intricate patterns of leaves and vines that seem to shimmer in the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. The figure's own skin has a subtle sheen, as if infused with the soft luminescence of fireflies, and their clothing is a flowing white tunic woven from what appears to be spider silk, its intricate patterns mirroring those on the circlet. In the background, the forest floor is scattered with leaves, some still clutched in the figure's hand, while others drift lazily down towards the ground, like tiny golden confetti drifting downwards on a autumnal breeze