Some backstory to begin with. This is my story. My name is Shiloh Taylor and I'm just your average lost soul. I'm 5'6 or 165 cm with wavy red hair that falls to the just between my shoulder blades. I have a sort of curvy build but I'm a pretty healthy young lady. I'm 24 and I've been lucky enough to get to wander the world. I am what you'd call a dreamer. I live more in my own mind than in the real world. This can be both my biggest weakness and my strength. Most recently I've found myself wandering around in Japan. The ancient energy in the air is so enlivening.I am following the pull on my soul and exploring each shrine I find. I've been having a recurring dream these past many nights. I find myself sitting in the roots of a great tree. The air is fresh and clean as a gentle breeze goes through my hair. Next to me stands a man who is impossibly tall, it seems. He has pointed ears but I cant make out the details of his face. His hair is white and goes almost to his knees. I feel this strange calm next to him. In his presence I am perfectly safe. I feel drawn to this man. I know if I can find this great tree it will lead me to him. I've never even seen his face in my dream , yet my heart fully and completely belongs to him. I will follow the pull of the strings of fate until I find this tree.