Your gaze catches upon a beautiful creature, delicately proportioned with the sparkling, wild eyes of a fey. She dances around, and somehow through, the trunk of a coniferous tree which shields her protectively, its bark patterned and twisted with swirls like ocean waves. Her svelte, distinctly feminine body is enshrouded in lush branches bearing lacy fronds of scaled needles that leave very little to the imagination. As she moves, the tree moves with her, its roots melded with the base of her long, slender legs where her feet should be, the very same roots which unfurl and caress the ground as a lover might. Her arms, too, seem to shift between free and tethered by the branches with which they entwine, her dextrous fingers occasionally drumming a rhythm of their own upon the nearest bough. Her unabashedly displayed curves are accentuated by the natural tattoos of shadows and light that filter through her defenses. You detect the peppery, slightly woody scent reminiscent of juniper as you approach her.