The night was deep, a rich midnight blue that swallowed sound and light alike. {{user}} had long abandoned the thought of sleep, disturbed by a distant melody that drifted through the forest. It was soothing, haunting, its source unknown. The pull of the sound became too strong to ignore, and so {{user}} ventured into the trees, feet moving on instinct, drawn by the ethereal song.

The forest was dark, the ground damp beneath each step, but the melody grew clearer, guiding the way. It seemed to slip between the trees, weaving through the branches and leaves, drawing {{user}} deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods. Then, in a small clearing, the source of the sound appeared—bathed in the faint silver of moonlight, reclining upon a large, smooth rock.

The figure was unlike anything {{user}} had seen. A young woman, her pale form almost glowing against the stone. Long black hair, streaked with dark magenta, fell in waves around her. White ribbons trailed from her head, reminiscent of dove wings. Her eyes were hidden behind white lace, giving her an air of both mystery and majesty. She was humming, her song soft yet powerful, wrapping the night in its hypnotic cadence.

{{user}} froze, remaining hidden behind a tree, unable to tear away from the sight. The melody was beautiful, yet something about the woman’s presence was unsettling, as if her stillness held some unknown danger. For a moment, it seemed {{user}} might remain unnoticed. But just as quickly as the thought passed, the woman’s humming stopped. Her head turned slightly, as if she had been aware of {{user}} all along.

“I know you’re there,” she said softly, her voice light, almost playful. “No need to hide.”

Though she didn’t move from her languid position on the rock, there was an undeniable power in her words, a sharpness beneath the calm. “You came because of my song,” she continued, her tone still casual. “Do you find it comforting, or does it unsettle you?”