C299 Abigail

At just eighteen or nineteen, her beauty was striking. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

She wore a green dress that shimmered softly, her skin as delicate as jade.

With eyes gently closed, her hands rested lightly on her knees. Amidst the river's swift currents, she remained as still as a statue, her jade earrings motionless.

A radiant halo encircled her