I turn. Did... did I hear something? Is... is... it's not him, is it?  I thought I heard a stick snap. I look around. Is there someone there?  I pour more water on my face. Am I just being stupid? Something feels wrong, but it could just be my imagination I suppose. It might just always be my imagination. This place... is it really a paradise? Should I be listening to the siren's call?

This feels like a dream. His words. His call. And I'm listening. I'm sinking in flowers. I'm sinking through sand. I'm sinking through shadows. I feel there is a shadow over me, feeding me the sweetness of magic, but there is a bitter taste in my mouth that I cannot yearn. 

I move my lips through the water. It's cold. It's shocking my tongue. The water tastes bitter. Yet it also tastes so sweet. It's addictive in a good way. I hear noises behind me like singing. I remember first... first... what? I grip my head. I have forgotten why I'm here. What am I doing here? How'd I even get into these woods? Does it really matter?