Clouded Waters

A soft wind blows causing the short grasses to dance. Beyond them, you see a pool of water, yet no sunlight glints off the surface-seemingly it is absorbed. Intrigued, you tentatively walk closer, your gaze never leaving that translucent, sheen that rests above the water.. The water does not move as the wind blows, rather in its own time. Come closer, closer! Perhaps you can here the lady in the lake, singing for her long lost lover to come rescue her. Listen long enough, and perhaps she may give you a hint at who your future mate might be...

This is where one comes to find a mate.

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