A touch of magic

It was a late summer evening when the last rays of sunlight shone through the trees and the soft rustling of the leaves was the only melody that broke the silence.
The air was filled with a touch of magic that was hard to explain but easy to feel.

In the midst of the golden rays of light that fell through the dense green of the woods, she appeared – delicate, almost transparent.
Her figure seemed to be woven from light, her veil shimmering like the finest mist moving in the wind.
With each step, she touched the earth only fleetingly, as if she did not want to leave an imprint, as if nature wanted to protect her.

If you were very quiet, you could make them out, the elves dancing in the twilight.
Her movements were fluid, like part of the wind that stirred the leaves around her.
But she was different, she seemed to pause, her eyes gazing into the distance as if she was harboring a thought that was deeply rooted in her heart.

No one knew where the elves went when night fell completely, but those who saw them kept the image in their hearts – a touch of magic in a world that is often far too hectic to notice such wonders.
Tonight, however, it was quiet enough, and for a moment the world was enchanted.