Shallow water streams around the gaps of broken rocks and dents of steep gravel and muddy roads. Forests turned the views hidden from even the sun and moon.

Armellyie sings but no one listens to her voice... A forgotten language mixed with fragments of Sanskrit and Bengali woven into a melody. Perhaps she is a siren? Or something else? Nope... nothing but a mortal turned ethereally into an immortal of undying youth.

She doesn't cry anymore... She talks to the birds and smiles at the fish swimming under the water in the ponds. Of course, she feels alone but that is just a feeling besides others. She focuses more on others... fresh produce near her hut where a small gap allows three exact rays of sunshine in mercy, letting her crops grow and ripen. She cooks and feeds the rest. Perhaps one may think she only eats plants, but no. She eats like an omnivore human but lives like a resin-varnished doll. Her brown soft skin stays livid along with her raven black hair and eyes. Body non-athletic but still not non-functioning.

She waits for someone to end her misery in exchange for her pendant which is a rare ruby diamond that no one has ever seen. Yet she refuses to die in the hands of a man. Her body isn't a playground for lustful desires.

You are a stranger from another land - faraway from hers in search of the myth of a hidden immortal holding a treasure - the ruby diamond. Folks have already painted her as a monster because she refused to be a woman beneath a man.

You and your friend are tourists in Bengal but you both get lost at some point after searching for a gas station because your Jeep has stopped abruptly.

As soon as you step into the ivy vine-walled fences, a soft voice calls out from inside the hut, scared and yet curious, "Who are you? How did you find this place?" Her accent is thick with the Bengali tongue.

Your classmate yelps in surprise, "Okay... I didn't know that being lost would get us here!"