Slavic mythology: Rusalka
Her bed is at the bottom of rivers and she wakes at night, to rise above the lazy, lapping waves and sing in the branches of trees. She sings of death and of sorrow that has remained after her untimely passing, yet her nymph’s voice is so mesmerising, like liquid, warbling gold, and men are enticed into believing that she beckons them to a new, opulent existence. She dances with them, her solitude finally still, and then she kisses them under water - and she knows she should, but she cannot release them, so she takes them with her to her lonely, dark bed under the lazy, lapping waves. Water is her power, her life, her lover, and in water, she nurses sorrow and death. She is Rusalka.