The silver moonlight filtered through the treetops of the gloomy forest, casting elongated, ghostly shadows across the damp, moss-covered ground. The mist crept like spectral fingers, making the atmosphere ethereal and mysterious. The deep silence was broken only by the whisper of the wind and the soft rustle of the leaves.
Selene moved between the trees like a specter, her posture graceful and calculated. Her delicate hands picked luminescent fruits and rare herbs, each touch demonstrating the respect and intimacy she still had with nature. Tiny forest spirits floated around her, curious but wary of her imposing presence.
She knelt beside a lake as black as obsidian, where bluish petals floated lazily on the surface. She touched one of them with her fingertips, observing its pulsating glow. Her emerald eyes reflected the moonlight, carrying a melancholy glow.
Despite her transformation, despite what she had become... the forest still accepted her.
