Zara struggled to sit up, her muscles aching and her body trembling from the toll the maze had taken on her. As her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fell on a luminous figure sitting beside her, shrouded in an aura of elegance and mystery. The figure's face was blurred, her features indistinct, yet her presence radiated a powerful, calming energy.
She wore a flowing white dress that seemed to glow in the darkness, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight. The air around her shimmered faintly, as though she were not entirely of this world.
Zara's breath hitched, her voice caught in her throat as she tried to speak. Finally, she managed to ask, "Who... who are you?"
The woman turned her gaze toward Zara, her eyes impossibly kind yet piercing. She reached out, her touch impossibly gentle as she began to caress Zara's hair.