She glides through the forest, her red dress swaying against the amber canvas of autumn, as soft breezes kiss her cheeks.  Each step crunched a path of crisp fallen leaves, a rhythm in time underfoot - nature’s heartbeat. Above, the wind rustled through the canopy, a gentle sigh whispering secrets of the trees.

She pauses, brushing her fingers against the rough bark of an old oak, tracing patterns on the aged trunks with cold but alive ancient grooves etched into its skin. The autumn air is rich with the earthy scent of pine kissing her skin like a lover’s whisper.