She does not guard the lake. She IS the lake.
Born from the silence beneath the surface, the Lake Keeper exists between two worlds — above, where storms gather and mountains watch; below, where roots remember ancient secrets no human has ever heard.
Her skin carries the map of scales, a reminder that she belongs to neither land nor sea. The vines that dress her are not decoration — they are her voice, her vow, her bond with every living thing that drinks from her waters.
She does not invite you in. But if the lake calls your name, she already knows you.
For those who believe nature has a memory.