The sun was low, just rising
A layer of fog surrounded the island claimed by the mystical creature
The Siren, in all her beauty and power, lay in the darkness of her throne
Awaiting the ship of her next victim
Suddenly, she was attracted to a song so beautiful she could see it
The melody lifted from the lighthouse in the distance, in a swirl of colorful notes coming to meet her ears
As the rainbow of notes approached her, the fog dissolved, the sun reached high, and the lighthouse shone in front of her, luring her to it
Enchanting the enchanter
The man in the lighthouse was responsible
Drawn to a song more beautiful than her own
The siren herself seduced