Many many things lurk in the waters of the treacherous bog. He felt himself called into this place by some strange type of song. That song.... called to him. It was calling him. Investigating this mysterious song, he came into this bog. What did it lead him to? a strange pool.

A pool reflecting in the moonlight. There was no siren, perhaps that was good. But instead there was something else. A shape looked back at him in the water. A shape that was not familiar at all. And yet... when he gazed harder, it was familiar.

It was not his reflection. He stared at it, it would stare back. Could that be the source of that mysterious song?

As if it were asking him to come in for an embrace, the human reached out, touching his hand in the water...