The morning sun danced across the surface of the spring, scattering silver light in fragments that shimmered like tiny stars. Mist curled lazily around the waterfall, clinging to the rocks and drifting through the lush greenery, and the air was filled with the faint scent of wet earth and blooming flowers.
And there she was—standing there, framed by the cascading water, her form both ethereal and impossible to ignore. Her pitch-black skin seemed to drink in the sunlight, glowing faintly where it met the mist. Golden eyes locked with his, bright and unyielding, reflecting a depth that seemed older than the forest itself. Her long silver hair flowed like molten light, brushing softly against her shoulders, trailing past her waist, catching the morning rays in a halo of brilliance.
