It was getting dark went I got to the lake. I gripped my jacket tighter as the cold began to creep down my spine. There was, and always has been, something mysterious about the woods. Long before, there was a folklore that surrounded this town. I have heard old men talking in whispered chatter, some of those who actually claim to have witnessed, that the greatest of man’s dreams unfold in depths of the lake.

The greatest of man’s dreams? What is the greatest of man’s dreams? Do men share the same dream in general?

I was curious of this. That is how I braved myself to take a visit in the deepest part of the woods. As no one, even those who claim to have seen the mysteries of the forest, has been able to tell exactly what the phenomenon is, I decided to investigate it myself. I sat on the ground behind a rock and waited there until nightfall.

I had no idea when I started to see small flashes of bright light. It was as if the stars were twinkling before my eyes. From a distance, I could hear an indistinct voice. I looked around but saw no one. It felt strange, but the voice became clearer and clearer and began to sound like a soft giggle. 

It was… captivating. It sounded like a shy girl’s laughter, and it was the mildest I’ve heard.

As the twinkling lights continued to circle in on me, I decided to reach out to it. The moment my finger came in contact with the particle, a blinding white light flashed before my eyes! I managed to cover my eyes with my forearm but I have lost my sense of sight for a moment and I could’ve sworn the voice was gone.

Was that it?

I peered into the lake. It was as dark as the starless night sky. I felt rather disappointed. Perhaps it was only the fireflies that gave off their glittery selves, and maybe it was a horde of crickets that laughed at my gullibility. I decided to go home.

But at the moment I turned around, I felt a gush of wind embrace my whole being. There was a gentle melody ringing in my ears but I cannot quite understand how. All I know was that it was magical. I could feel myself weak but very much alive.

The wind gradually collected itself and started to unfold its true form before my eyes.

Long wavy hair…

Supple breasts…

Curvy hips…

Graceful legs…

It was indeed, without a doubt… A woman.

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Oneshot by: Moonbear

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