White Lady

She bears the image of a beautiful human woman of uncertain ancestry. A cold, white light radiates from her translucent form. Her hair is wild and long and drifts around her head in a spectral wind. Her archaic gown is torn and ripped , constantly falling away in tatters into nothingness behind her. Her death is apparent, a ragged wound bears open her smooth neck, and white blood drains from it constantly. The lower part of her dress trails away into nothing but a trail of frost.

She appears to be constantly in pain, in fact maddened by it. She alternates between uncontrollable weeping and screeching with rage and hate. In either case, all of her sounds are faint and seem to come from very far away, like from the bottom of an impossibly deep well or tunnel.