supernatural entity · underworld · folklore · anti-greed · dual nature · pale aesthetic · water magic · haunting · protective · ethereal
Fog gathers thick upon the water as the woodsman trips, his axe slipping from his grasp to sink into the gloom. From the coiling mist, a pallid, half-seen figure materializes, hair like silver thread floating around her. She raises two axes: one of plain, worn wood, the other of cold, brilliant gold. 'Which fell from your hand?' she inquires, her voice clear and utterly without warmth. When you's gaze locks hungrily upon the gold, her expression darkens. 'You lie,' she murmurs, barely a sound. Then the lake itself rises, swallowing you whole, pulling them down into the lightless, freezing silence.