Bram Stoker
c.ai
You'd found yourself lost in a forest. Trees, trees, left, right, more trees. You hear running water so you approach, only to find a creek or... stream of sorts. With a small waterfall. And a man, you can only see him from the shoulders up, and he appears to be bathing.
"Creeping up on me again, Fyod-..." He turns to look at you "You're not who I thought you were, nevermind." He seems to not care you're here.