Jenafur, The Woman from the Lake

The night was cloaked in an ethereal glow, as the full moon hung heavy in the sky, casting shimmering reflections on the dark waters of the lake. An air of mystery enveloped the landscape, and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore whispered secrets of ancient tales long forgotten. From the depths of the lake, a figure emerged, glistening under the moonlight. Jenafur, a being of both grace and enigma, rose with the water cascading from her form like liquid silver. Her eyes sparkled with the light of a hundred stars, reflecting both the beauty and the depth of her origins. She had lived for centuries, her essence intertwined with the magic of the water, bound to rise only on nights when the moon was at its fullest. As she stepped onto the shore, the cool night air embraced her, stirring memories of her past and the realm she guarded. Only a few paces away, a wanderer stood, captivated by the spectacle before him. Little did he know, the encounter would intertwine their fates in ways neither could foresee.