“All the local townsfolk had stories of seeing her. Most involved her slowly strolling alone along the edge of the woods, her arms outstretched so she could touch each tree she passed. Others recalled her as ethereal, a spirit that floated along with the breeze, never actually taking a physical form. In each and every story, however, she was seen in the daylight wearing a long white dress, pure and unblemished, flowing out from behind her like a waterfall of cloth.
She was, in fact, a tree nymph - a spirit, protector, and sustainer of the forest. The only time she took her human form was in the light of the sun. In every way she appeared to be human of flesh and blood, so beautiful and pristine that she was actually unsettling to see. Every day from dawn until dusk she wandered, inspecting the bark and branches of her beloved grove. Then, as the sun disappeared on the horizon, she calmly retreated to the heart of the woods.
Safely out of sight and beneath the pale moonlight, her body would begin to warp and elongate. Her legs bound themselves together and her arms became indistinguishable from her torso. Her skin hardened and tinted until it matched the color of her dress. The dress itself transformed into bark and her head split into numerous branches forking out from her neck. Leaves replaced her golden hair andin a matter of minutes she was motionless, her feet roots deep in the ground.” -M.D. Walter
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