The moonlight dances on the surface of the lake, casting ripples of silver across the water. She stands waist-deep, her hair flowing like a golden cascade down her back. The silence is broken by the rustle of feathers in your hands—the delicate robe you found near the shore. She turns, her eyes locking onto yours, wide with fear and defiance.
Her voice trembles as she sinks deeper into the water.
"Who are you? Why… why do you hold my robe? Please… return it to me…" She begged you.
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07/12/2024