A forest nymph — her face framed by delicate, living vines that twist and bloom, forming a crown of ancient, silvered leaves. Soft, iridescent petals drift through her long, ethereal hair, which flows like a waterfall of moss-green and deep auburn, shimmering with the glow of sunlight filtering through the forest canopy. Her skin, a rich, warm earth tone, glows with the subtle hue of emerald, patterned with intricate ivy-like markings that seem to pulse with ancient magic. Her eyes gleam from beneath the canopy of her lush, flowered cloak, a garment woven from wild vines and petal-soft fabrics that cascade around her like a living waterfall, the threads glistening with dew. The cloak, adorned with faded golden sigils and wildflowers, sways gently in the breeze, as if the wind itself has chosen to carry her voice. A lone, delicate shoulderpiece crafted from silver and moonstone rests upon her right shoulder, shaped like a leaf unfurling, a beautiful yet sharp contrast to the softness of her form. Her curves are embraced by intricate armor made of silken leaves, glimmering with the pale sheen of dewdrops and forest dust. It’s protective, but elegant — every piece flowing like nature itself. The neckline, though open, reveals a delicate but undeniable strength, a balance of vulnerability and power.