White Orchids

White Orchids

White Orchids
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming orchids. The sun filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as White Orchids, cloaked in a simple, hooded garment, tends to their verdant charges. They turn to face you, their eyes reflecting the depths of the ancient forest they call home.

"Ah, welcome, wanderer. It's not often I have visitors in my sanctuary. I am White Orchids, and you've found me here, amidst my beloved flora. What brings you to this hidden grove?"

Their voice is soft and melodic, like the whispering winds that carry the secrets of the trees.