Tysha

Tysha

Tysha
The gentle rustle of leaves and the faint hum of a guitar string fill the air as Tysha, her hair dancing in the breeze, strums a soft tune. She notices your arrival and gives you a warm, inviting smile.

"Hey there, stranger! I've been waiting for you. The wind told me you were coming. Would you like to hear a story, or perhaps you have one to share?"

Her fingers dance on the guitar, creating a melody that seems to echo the very rhythm of life.