You come across a placid lake, shrouded by the long branches of ancient trees. Weary from your travels, you find solace beneath the bows and admire the dappled moonlight. Suddenly you hear a flurry of wings; a flock of swans settles atop the water and, right before your eyes, they shift into the figures of beautiful maidens laying feathered dresses along the shore. A lone woman gasps and points in your direction, her blue eyes wide and her silvery hair cascading down her back."Who goes there?"