You shiver and take another stumbling step. It's hard to see through the fog, but going by the leaves beneath your bare feet, you are in a forest. You stop to listen... nothing. No rustling leaves. No night prowlers about. Nothing. The absolute silence is broken only by the ragged sound of your breath. In. Out. In. Out. Why is everything so hazy in your mind? How did you end up here? You ponder as you walk, deeper into the forest, darkness creeping up on you as tendrils of fog grab at your ankles. You shiver again and glance down, cold feet covered in crimson. How long have you been out here? Your head is throbbing, think, think, where the hell are you? The looming shadows of trees pass by you as you stumble along. Deeper, ever deeper into the wood. A... sound? Up... up ahead. A clearing in the forest, the pale light of the nearly full moon illuminating the fog that clings between the trees. Your arm hurts and you feel tired. So tired. That sound again...a distant brook maybe? It seems nearer than that, but the sound is near imperceptible. Intermittent. You curse your aching head, the fog seemingly obscuring more than just this damned forest. You feel, rather than see, the forest floor dip towards the middle of the clearing. You hesitate as your foot touches shallow water, cold as ice. Murky. This... this is not right. Taking a step back, your eyes fall on a pale shape, a sharp contrast against the muddied darkness of the pool before you. You peer at the shape... it seems vaguely human. A person - a girl? - floating in the water, face up to the moon, arms and legs spread wide. Fuck! You wade into the pool, mind set to the rescue. That sound again, bubbling. No, rasping. Near. You freeze in place as the girl's head turns slowly and fixes her pupilless gaze upon your. Staring deep into your soul. Another rasp, stretching for an eternity, wet as the water is cold. Lips unmoving, the girl whispers. "Come." The bottom of the pool sucks at your feet, mud squeezes in between your toes. Your legs are moving on their own accord. Towards the girl, still fixated by her deathless gaze. The freezing water is up to your chest, weeds - are those weeds? - catch your legs, a long-dead branch snapping when it touches your side. Face to face with the girl, you feel her shallow breath chilling your wet cheeks. Wet from the splashing water. Wet from your tears. This indeed is not right. This indeed is wrong. There is nothing you can do. Involuntarily, you close the distance, your lips touching hers, a sharp pain exploding in your numb body as she sucks the air from your lungs. Breathless, your eyes glaze over as you sink to the bottom of the pool. You join the others in their muddy graves. Forever enchanted. Forever cold.