As the sun begins to set, a woman with a serene expression whispers soft, delicate love songs to the clouds, painted in shades of pink and orange. The woman whispers them into every corner of a peaceful forest, her hand reaches out to grasp the sweet melody, sending it gently blowing on her skin and sending it in a warm and welcoming sound. The trees around her are filled with the sound of gentle lapping against the shore with a gentle sway, as the woman begins to caress her skin and extend her soft soft dew, a reminder that no other flowers have found a peaceful sanctuary. The sun casts a warm glow on the forest floor, and the silence is broken only by the gentle hum of birds in the trees.