In a deep, ancient forest where the trees were older than time itself, there lived a woodland nymph named Ember. Her hair was a bright, fiery red, as if she carried the warmth of the sun within her very being. It flowed like a river of fire, weaving through the forest as she danced between the trees. Around her neck, she wore a green geode, glowing with an ethereal light, pulsing gently with the rhythm of the earth.
One day, as Ember wandered through the forest, she came upon a glade where the wildflowers whispered in the breeze, and the air hummed with magic. In the center of the glade stood an ancient oak, its gnarled branches reaching towards the sky. Its bark had cracked and split, revealing a hollow deep within. Curiosity stirred within Ember as she approached, her feet light on the moss-covered ground.