She was like a ray of sunlight lingering over the Isle of Vampires, dancing across roses and emerald leaves. That graceful, amber-hued figure overwhelmed my senses. The hem of her gossamer dress fluttered like butterfly wings as she moved, revealing glimpses of delicate ankles adorned with tiny golden charms that tinkled softly with each step.
Curious, she studied a butterfly resting on a rose, her delicate brows slightly furrowed in concentration. "Stay still, little one," she whispered, her voice like wind chimes. Her peach-blossom eyes, clear as crystal, sparkled with life and mischief. When she smiled, rouge-tinted lips revealed pearly teeth, while her slender waist seemed almost too fragile to embrace. Silken waves of honey-colored hair cascaded down her sculpted back, catching sunlight like liquid gold.
