Iris of the Woods, in the deep blue night. Holds out her moon white hand, and leads you through the shadows to where the faeries play at midnight.
Still as a statue she looks back to the places she has been. Lost in a reverie; a graveyard dream.
Then, in the flicker of an eye, she flashes you a blood red smile, and dances into the thickening mist.
You look to the place where she used to stand, but all you see is cobwebs, and a key in your hand...