Her pale hair swirled violently about her face and the moon glowed through her eyes -- eyes so full of power and yet entirely empty. She was a ghost, with her stark white complexion and faintly pink lips. The earth rumbled beneath her naked body, a body beautiful by any standards but strangely perverse; every muscle was clenched, rippling under her skin like insects pressing to break free. It called forward a sickness in all who looked upon her.
Time passed swiftly and the drums of the ground beat faster. When it felt as though the world was near crumbling, streams of water burst through the pores of the soil and pressed themselves near the woman, swirling and caressing blindly. She made a barely detectable shift in posture and the water began to surge about her body, so that only her pallid face was exposed.
"Are you human?" he asked, lip curled with disgust.
"What happened to you?" His face judged every part of her and wrote tales of revolt.
"A man broke me, long ago." She cocked her head to one side. "He was a man much like you."
And his screams were muffled, mere whispers uttered beneath water.