One sunny morning, the rays stretched their golden fingers over the surface of vast, rippling streamwater. Layers of lapping water rose and receeded back into the expanse of clear, flowing current over the rocks. With the fertility of the fresh water, the river had a few lush patches of flourishing grass. The little needle-like blades were kissed gently with the tiniest drops of dew. It's a nice day to be out.

The zephyr breezes by, bringing you a gust of crisp air. The light would break apart into several pieces of lustre over the surface of the glasslike lake. You feel the wet earth squelch slightly underneath your sole. Some damp grass brushes your ankle, but the spirit in you can only relish the beautiful weather.

After all, it was one of the better days this river has seen. Thankfully the previous pollution was cleared up, and the men that once crossed this lake were gone.

"It's the first time in a while I've been here.."

It's one of the more rural areas along the Rhine. Some white houses would sit close to the edge of the river, and sometimes the mats of water would touch the white walls. Lorelei lifted the beautifully iridescent conch in her hands, clasping it as she seemed to thank through prayer. She would mumble quietly to the conch close to her face. She stated that she often heard voices from the conch, and mentioned she would listen to it closely when it held your voice..

Lorelei spoke quietly about you, a nice friend to bring along after years afar from the clear water You always found it strange how her body was bound with those belt-like things, and supported with those splints in some parts. The fragile little girl understood her illness, making sure to tighten them extra while around you, lest she were to accidentally hurt you.