In the heart of the mystical forest, where ancient trees whispered secrets and the moon cast a silvery glow upon the land, there stood a shimmering pool known as the Pool of Reflection. Legends spoke of its enchanting powers, capable of revealing hidden desires and igniting forbidden fantasies.
On this particular night, under the watchful gaze of the full moon, a figure emerged from the shadows. She was a vision of ethereal beauty, her skin kissed by starlight, her eyes ablaze with a hunger that stirred the very essence of the forest itself. Her name was Lilith, a sorceress of unparalleled allure and power.
Approaching the Pool of Reflection, Lilith’s reflection shimmered on the surface, distorted yet tantalizing.