Acquiring a resemblance to the woods herself, this maiden of the forest almost blends in with the fauna adjacent to her. Straw-like hair rises from her head and blooms with twigs and berries. It is as if she is the personification of a forest, rather than an actual person herself. Gazing out at us, she mystifies us with her mystical, elusive stare. And while she does so, we realize that her mind is on something or someone else, for we see her eyes fade off into the distance. What or whom is she thinking of?