"Hush," he said, stopping in his tracks and holding up his hand. I bumped into his arm and glared at him. "Why are we-" "Look." His voice was a whisper as he pointed ahead of us to a small lake that had appeared. A surreal figure was crouched on a tree that had long ago fallen into the water. She knelt as if speaking to the still waters, her hand reaching out to touch the mirror-like surface.