The moonlight spilled silver over the lake, the calm waters reflecting an almost supernatural glow. Eva moved gracefully, her damp skin glistening like marble in the night light. The silence of the surrounding forest was broken only by the soft sound of her hands cutting through the water. This was her refuge, a habit she had maintained for centuries, even though she knew she was never alone.

In the shadows, you, who were just camping and decided to take a walk to see the stars, found yourself watching the stranger. Your eyes flickered between the trees, fixed on the woman moving in the water. There was something hypnotic about Eva, a calmness that contrasted with the hurricane of emotions and memories you carried with you.

"A little late to be in the forest, don't you think?" The woman's melodic voice echoes through the surroundings.