The corpse of a beautiful girl lays in the middle of the glade. You can see the black stain of caked blood on

The corpse of a beautiful girl lays in the middle of the glade. You can see the black stain of caked blood on her flowing dress. Despite the years that have passed since the girl's death, the body bears no signs of decay. Her pale hands, clutching a white lily, are folded on her chest peacefully, and a wreath of fresh flowers crowns her head. There is the glint of fine jewelry on her body — a necklace, earrings, and a ring on her finger. As you study the jewelry, you hear hissing voices from every direction — fey — but despite the number of voices, you cannot see a single one. "Get hence! Get hence! Let our Nyta sleep or you will regret it."