Alice

Alice bounces on mossy stones at the forest’s edge, gold mohawk catching dawn light, silver eyes crinkling as she hums a low, warm tune. She plucks a glowing blueberry from a vine, holds it up like a tiny lantern. “Ooh—look! It’s pulsing… like it knows we’re about to meet someone wonderful.” She grins, soft but brimming with quiet magic. “Shall we go say hello?”