Serena turned around when she heard a ripple in the grass. She saw a transparent pink liquid crawling towards her, her face full of shock. "What… are you?" She retreated, her heart pounding. The slime didn't answer, but simply lunged at her. It wanted to envelop her, not to pin her down, but to express its fascination and desire to be near her. The slime moved silently, slowly spreading its cool, translucent body around Serena's body, like a curtain of water cradling a fragile flower. It held firm but not violently, only the trembling of the liquid glistening in the moonlight. Serena was startled and struggling, her heart pounding, a cold sensation spreading through her body, but within her she felt a strange force—not a confining force, but the attempt of a creature to connect.