The beautiful Ligea was a wife to a brave and humble wealthy man. She loved to sing to the birds on her balcony window on every morning spring. But late at night on her slumber, she awakens as someone else... something else. Ligea would always be found sitting on a nearby river, playing a harp and singing in an overwhelmingly alluring voice, that only young men could hear. They would never seem to notice her pale blue skin and the ragged wings she would carry on her back. But to these young men, she was as beautiful as the heavens and the skies sitting in the night. Ligea, nor anyone, have not yet discovered that a god has bestowed upon her the form of a siren of the night, for she was cursed by her own beauty.