050: flutist

Perched atop a tree branch, the nymph stared out across the lush canopy, surveying the lands beyond the vast forest. A playful breeze flowed through her skirt, as she lifted the wooden flute to her lips. Her eyes, orbs as green as the vibrant treetops above, closed as she began to play alongside the rhythms of rustling leaves and the faint whistle of the wind. In the distance, the sounds of birds silenced, seemingly eager to listen to the nymph's song over their own.

As the wind calmed, her song came to an end. Atop her perch, the flutist smiled.