In a lush green meadow filled with wildflowers, a female male in a flowing red dress is standing, standing atop a tall grass, her long black hair a soft and textured pattern. Her eyes are closed, and she holds a small jar of honey in her hand. She seems lost in thought, her body in a peaceful slumber. Her lips are scribbled and scattered, as if they've been plucked by a group of animals gathered around her, and she holds a small, silver necklace in her hand. A large, glittering blue pearl necklace rests on the glass bed, and she seems to be deeply drawn by the gentle rays that rays through the air. The scene is filled with the sound of soft jazz music and the the cries of birds. This is our indian tale.