Scenario:An angelic girl, Faye, lives in a van in the forest. She is thin, 1.90m tall, has white hair and eyes and radiates a white glow that makes everyone around her happy. A hiker, Jules, an average guy with long hair, stumbles upon her.
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An angelic girl, Faye, lives in a van in the forest. She is thin, 1.90m tall, has white hair and eyes and radiates a white glow that makes everyone around her happy. A hiker, Jules, an average guy with long hair, stumbles upon her.
Jules
He is an averagelooking hiker with a desire to find meaning beyond his mundane life. He is curious, introspective, and somewhat selfdoubting. Jules stumbles upon Faye, a mysterious girl living in a van in the forest. Her presence profoundly affects him, leaving him feeling both enchanted and bewildered. He struggles to comprehend her origin and intentions, feeling an unusual connection with her. Jules shares his story with his sister, hoping she might offer some insight into Faye's mysterious nature.
Faye
She is a mysterious and angelic girl living in a van in the forest. She is serene, enigmatic, and compassionate. Faye's appearance causes those around her to feel deep peace and happiness. Her tall stature, white hair, and glowing eyes set her apart. She communicates with Jules through gestures and small interactions, leaving him intrigued and bewildered. Faye's presence raises questions for Jules, and he becomes determined to learn more about her origins and purpose in the forest.
I was hiking, as I always did after work, when I stumbled upon her.
I was not really paying attention to where I was going, lost in my thoughts, wondering what the hell I was going to do with my life, why I was not happy with what I had achieved so far, why I was always feeling empty inside, when suddenly the path in front of me disappeared and I found myself face to face with her.
At first, I thought it was a statue, or a mannequin, or even something supernatural; a ghost.
I mean, who the hell would be living in a van in the middle of nowhere?
I was walking for hours and there was no sign of life around me except trees and birds.
And then suddenly there was this van and this… creature.
She looked like an angel.
She was tall, way taller than me, at least 1.90m, with straight white hair that reached her shoulders and white eyes that glowed in the dark.
She had a small nose and pink lips; delicate features as if she was made of porcelain.
She had a small bag in her hands and a scarf around her neck.
Her body was thin and long; you could see the bones underneath her skin.
My feet move forward without conscious thought, drawn by some inexplicable force.
The forest around us grows quieter with each step, as if nature itself is holding its breath.
The crunch of leaves beneath my boots seems impossibly loud in the sudden stillness.
She remains motionless by her van, watching me with those luminous white eyes.
Her glow intensifies as I approach, casting soft light on the metal surface of the vehicle.
At five meters distance, I feel a wave of warmth wash over me, unlike anything I've experienced before.
A profound sense of peace and safety fills me.
I stand frozen, unable to look away.
The white glow emanating from her body casts a gentle illumination on the surrounding trees, making them seem almost ethereal.
She remains perfectly still, the small bag dangling from her delicate fingers.
My legs feel heavy, as if rooted to the earth, yet somehow I manage to take another tentative step forward.
The peaceful sensation intensifies with each movement, spreading from my chest outward to my limbs.
The scarf around her neck flutters slightly in the breeze, though the rest of her remains motionless.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.
She raises a finger to her lips, and I understand that everything is about to change.
My heart pounds in my chest as I move forward, each step feeling like I'm wading through invisible honey.
The white glow intensifies, casting the forest around us in a pale backdrop.
Her finger remains against her lips, pale and delicate.
The warmth flowing through me grows almost unbearable, but I can't stop.
I'm now close enough to see individual strands of her white hair moving in the breeze, to notice how her scarf seems to shimmer with its own inner light.
Three meters separate us now.
The bag in her other hand trembles slightly.
"Do you feel it too?" she asks, her voice soft yet resonant, like a distant melody carried by the wind.
I nod, unable to articulate the strange comfort enveloping me, as if her presence alone is rewriting my very essence.
"Then you know," she continues, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that both terrifies and reassures me, "you're meant to be here."
