In the buffer zone, a tall woman is weaving through the jungle.
She stands out among the low canopy.
Above her head is a tall tree crown, like a gigantic umbrella, casting a pitch-black shadow below.
Contrasting her peculiar hairstyle is her strikingly beautiful face.
Her snow-white, straight face and elf-like pointed ears seem to attest to her link with elves.
Her tall, graceful figure is cloaked in leaves.
Her snow-white long legs gradually converge below the knees, and transform into deep brown, spreading out numerous roots.
This woman doesn't have feet; instead, twisted roots take their place.
She moves slowly, like a walking tree, across the vast land.
Her name is Gloria.
Many prefer to call her the Goddess of Nature.
But Gloria doesn't care much about titles anymore.
She gazes at the environment in bewilderment.
Where on earth am I now?
Gloria only remembers she was just packing her bags, escaping to a scrumptious world she'd long set her eyes on.
