It was impossible.

Madness.

Every fiber of his logic minded, science centered, modern and rational mind told him, repeated loudly and emphatically that what he was seeing was not and could not possibly be real...

...and yet there they were floating in the calm waters of the lake.

Flesh and blood. Heart and bone.

Naiads. The nymphs of the lakes.

Gorgeous beings were they. The picture of feminine beauty.

Enchanting. And at the heart of the group, at the center of the gathering, there was the loveliest one of all. Soft white framed her smooth angelic face as a green serpent made its way around her flawless, white garbed, hourglass form...