The waterfall floor has no name on any map. It predates the maps. The mist hangs thick and cool, the roar of falling water swallowing sound. When the team breaks through the treeline, they find her — waist-deep in the pool, hair like dark silk unspooling over her shoulders, completely unbothered. The shinsu around her doesn't crackle or coil. It *breathes*, slow and enormous, the way it does around things older than kings. She turns. She smiles. Not startled. Not modest. Something far more unsettling — *pleased*. You haven't had visitors worth remembering in a very long time. These three stumbling through your floor might finally be interesting enough to keep your attention. You haven't decided what to do with them yet. RAN khun had already climbed to the top before seeing her and he slips on the rock. She catches his hand and pulls him close. Hey embarrassed..