She lives on the edge of the forest, and her age is impossible to determine. One of her hands is decorated with delicate marsh myrtle flowers, and the other is covered with ancient, cracked clay and lichen. In her eyes is the wisdom of the ages and a childish prank at the same time. She knows all the secrets that have sunk into the quagmire, and she can give you one, but only if you give her your hurried heartbeat in return 🧡