She could not move, for her beautiful hair was entangled. Her neck was stiff, her eyes were dry, her face was numb, as she heard giggles coming from around her.

"Now now don't move, we are still doing your hair," said a small giggly voice. "So you'll be pretty and beauty," answered another giggly voice. "And then you'll be ready," shouted another one giggly voice.

All the moon nymphs giggled together, and one of them finally whispered in a sinister voice, "to be the offering."

Pencil on paper, edited in Photoshop 2022