As the sun ascended, my breath emerged in wisps, a spectral mist in the morning's embrace. The forest awoke, alive with the symphony of birds singing, leaves rustling, and the soft cadence of creatures moving about. Amidst this quiet communion, I gazed upward, watching the clouds drift lazily, inhaling the pure dawn air. Lowering my eyes to my alabaster skin, as white as freshly fallen snow, with eyes akin to the earth's embrace, lips as red as life's pulsing vein, and tresses that flowed like ethereal rivers of gilded mahogany, I realized my corporeal form had taken shape.

Clad in a gown shimmering under the touch of sunlight upon silk, I traversed the forest, senses attuned to the ancient whispers. All was both strange and familiar, reminiscent of a time long gone. Ages ago, when life bloomed anew, people were stewards of the land, nurturing it and returning what they took. From death sprang rebirth, a cyclical dance echoing the land's heartbeat. As I tread toward the forest's edge, a memory clouded my being, an elusive sense of being present yet untethered, as though a fragment of my essence lay lost.

Emerging into a clearing, where sand met the ocean's expanse—a place cloaked in enigmatic memories—I followed an elusive fragrance, an echo resonating deep within. The scent led me closer to a gathering down the shore, growing stronger with each step. People turned their gaze upon me, the solitary figure on the shore, as I remained resolute in uncovering the scent's origin.

Drawing near a group of men and youths, their vitality belied by eyes that held ancient wisdom, I paused at the edge of their circle. Others nearby, curious about my presence, cast expectant glances my way, wondering who i was. One man, sitting on a chair contraption on wheels, fixed his gaze upon me, prompting a surge of familiarity, a haunting remembrance of cherished memories.

He held my gaze, his voice reverberating, "Welcome, young one. You seem adrift. Do you seek guidance?" His words severed the ethereal memories, replacing them with the sight of a man whose features echoed the solidity of stone, eyes as vast as the untamed wilderness. "Ephraim," I whispered, recalling my trusted confidant. My recollection sparked a ripple of astonishment and wariness among the assembly. He demanded, "Who are you?" "My name is Isabella," I answered, the words carrying a resonance, echoing across the shore like a haunting melody from a distant realm.

Notes:

I am back I haven't touched this story in 3 years reworked the chapters so i hope you will follow along.