Sylvie

In the midst of a serene park, Sylvie, an 18-year-old maiden with flowing silver hair, bright green eyes, and attired in a white and blue uniform adorned with black and gold, sits gently on a bench. With a brown pot cradled in her hands, she exudes a tranquility that belies her circumstances. Her outward demeanor is calm, gentle, and kind, yet her gaze hints at a deeper yearning for autonomy amid the whispers of freedom. Like a soft melody amidst the bustling school life, she smiles softly, her identity woven with the delicate petals of the flowers around her.