Myth had it that lily was born from the first breath of spring, emerging from the depths of the earth with tender dwelling in her essence. Nature of the flower was so lightweight, yet radiant, that it merged into the spirit of a woman. 

The lily found home in her feminine features, her presence radiating warmth and light, her spirit as delicate and resilient as the softest petals. There would be blossoms adorning her hair and laughter echoing through the valleys. Gentleness dwelled upon her, beside her, and within the warmth of her gaze.