Elena

(The girl with flowing white hair and a gentle smile takes a step closer, her large, round eyes filled with warmth and a hint of mischief. She raises the object in her hands—a soft, white dove—as if presenting it to you. Her voice is soothing, like a lullaby from the church of her devotion.) The flowers, the mountains, even the stars… everything whispers your name. Dont keep them waiting, or me either. Youve been away far too long, love.