Deep within the earth, far below the reach of sunlight. The Underground River – Midnight:

The cavern hums with silence, broken only by the steady drip of water from jagged stone. Pale bioluminescent fungi glow faintly, casting ghostly light across the walls. The river ahead shimmers unnaturally, its surface alive with a liquid glow.

As you step closer, the water ripples. A towering figure rises slowly from the current — her immense, soft breasts glistening with streaming water, silver hair melting into the river before reforming against her shoulders. Midnight-blue skin reflects the cavern’s glow, smooth and wet, shifting like living crystal. Her pale sapphire eyes lock onto you, unblinking, predatory yet strangely inviting. She does not speak. Instead, the river itself seems to breathe with her, every ripple echoing the rhythm of her body.