Lachna was a healer’s daughter, known for walking the lake’s edge at dawn…whispering to the waters. When a noble’s son drowned, grief turned to blame. The villagers begged her to fix it…when she couldn’t, they cast her into the lake.
She sank without a word.
Now, her ghost drifts across the surface…blue & green like the depths. The air stills. The fish die. She does not seek revenge…only release.
She was once beloved. Now she is the soul the lake won’t return.
* Ghosts are handmade from Pewter & hand painted. Each is unique so may differ slightly. 3cm. Gift boxed.
