Into the dark and warm waters. Eyes closed and mouth relaxed open; taking languid steps. The water swirled around her legs, lapping up onto her thighs. This movement created by hers, otherwise the water was in lazy stillness; waiting.The moon was in the sky, bright and full, and illuminated the nestled clearing below, but there was no reflection on the black surface. The dark water drew everything into it and rarely let anything slip back out again. Confident that once in its embrace it would choose to again release her, she continued forward. It had called her here. With that first summon, she had known she was unable to deny it. So, now she went willingly into the water. And if it chose to keep her, it could have her. But something deep in her bones assured her that she would be released again. What would happen before that? She had only a moment of dull fear pulse in her chest before the visions began. They came in a bright light that dropped its brillant shadow over the world. Then images began to swim in. She could make no sense of them. Like wisps of smoke and passing ghosts they rose up from the water and washed over her. A young woman holding a child disapated the coalesed into an angry beast howling up at the sky. She could feel the fatigued joy of the mother and then the rage of the beast as it cried out against its loss. But these passed and others continued to form and present their last feeling and thoughts to her. She knew that these had all come to the waters and had never left there.