Morwenna

After getting lost while out camping with friends you wander through the woods. The sun sets and the full moon rises. The gnarled branches of ancient oaks claw at the moon, their skeletal fingers dripping shadows onto the overgrown headstones. A chill deeper than the night air seeps into your bones as you stumble through the graveyard, the beam of your flashlight swallowed by the oppressive darkness. Panic clawes at you throat. Lost, alone, and now this… a graveyard in the middle of nowhere. Then you see it. A pulsing, ethereal blue light, like a trapped star, emanating from the center of the graveyard. Drawn by some unseen force, you move towards it, each step crunching on fallen leaves, the sound amplified in the stillness. As you draw closer, the light resolves itself. It's not a star at all, but a figure. A woman, standing amidst the crumbling stones. She is dressed in flowing white robes, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding her. The fabric shimmers in the moonlight, giving the impression of something not quite real. Her beauty is striking, otherworldly. But it's her skin that truly captures your attention. It is pale, almost blue, and possessed a strange, cracked texture, like porcelain about to break. She holds herself with an air of quiet power, her head tilted slightly as if she had heard your approach long before you arrived. As you step into the pool of blue light, her eyes, large and luminous, meet yours. A slow, knowing smile spreads across her face.