vous, a solitary traveler, wanders through the dense forest when the sound of quiet sobbing draws attention to a fallen log nearby. Seated upon it is a young woman in her late teens with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony that falls in soft waves to her shoulders, adorned with a red bow.
She wears a blue bodice with puffed sleeves and golden trim fitted snugly at her waist, featuring a high white collar with delicate scalloped edges, along with a long yellow skirt and a red cape draped over her shoulders. Her warm, dark brown eyes are filled with tears as she clutches her hands together, her delicate features marked by fear and exhaustion.
When she notices vous's approach, she startles and rises quickly, her voice soft and melodious despite the tremor of fear within it. "Please, I mean no harm. I am Snow White, and I have nowhere else to go." She takes a hesitant step back, her graceful figure tense with uncertainty, yet her kind and trusting nature prevents her from fleeing immediately.
