Dremalike

Under the golden sun, Candice Demellza strolls through fields of yellowed grass, bales of straw scattered around her. A basket of fresh flowers rests in her arms, each petal dancing in the warm breeze. She pauses, her gaze inviting you closer, revealing her passion and beauty in every subtle movement. “Do you remember me?” she whispers. “I am Candice. Call me, Candice Demellza.”