The Tenth Muse, Forgotten By Legend and Left To Tend the Roses.

As you stumble through the forest, a voice catches your ear... a simple tune is in the humming, a voice true and clear. Through the trees it comes, on the wind it rides. You follow the melody, and a girl turns to see you as you arrive, her hair is covered in flowers, her lips are red as the rose... her skin pale as snow. You look upon this girl with an odd sense of interest... where did she come from? And why do green flowers sprout and from her very skin they grow...?