Dianna

A graceful birch dryad stands beneath a canopy of shimmering white-barked trees, her skin pale and smooth like polished birchwood, streaked with delicate silver veins. Her hair flows like cascading leaves—soft, pale green with hints of gold—fluttering gently in an unseen breeze. Eyes like frost-touched emeralds glow with ancient wisdom. She wears a gown of woven bark and mist, trailing behind her like morning fog. Around her, the forest glows with soft light, dappled shadows, and drifting pollen motes. The air hums with quiet magic