ITERATIONS 3: Ghost Dawn

It had been her last night among her own kind. This she had not known when she set out to the Forbidden Lake, where none had dared to tread for as long as she could remember. The warnings had been dire; she knew of the danger, she'd heard the haunted tales whispered through centuries by the Elders. But she had been compelled by a force she little understood and could less explain. It has been said since that once a year, at dawn following the night she became of Them, she appears for but a moment in the incandescent light. A Siren's call.