From a distance the black pool of water seemed to reflect the sunlight off in the distance but rather, on closer inspection, it absorbed the sunlight and swallowed color up from the bank of the lake. It gurgled with strange fish and dark creatures. All of them unable to leave the water. The water was infested with darkness and the remains of a pier hung by a few remaining threads of rope. It is here that remains of anything of misuse or lost value is hidden or forgotten. Some say that to bring a lost loved one here is to invite dark life of unknown agenda. Others say that the unholy waters steal your soul if you were to die in them. The fishermen and men of the Sea says it creates a soul anew but does not return what was lost. The rumors of this legend hold more credibility than the legends of years long forgotten. Everyone is aware of what the lake truly does for the evidence walks among them. As mutated and deceased shells of what once was, smile and breath as if they have always lived. Whether these beings are good or evil is up for the lake itself to decide.
A claw darts forth from the water and grasps the bank hungrily as the rest of the mutant pulls itself forward.
You cough up black residue and suck the air into your lungs greedily and enjoyed your reward as you materialized into the real world. You had climbed over so many others to get to the surface and you could finally rest on the bank. You lay flat on your back and squint your eyes at the brightness of the blue sky. You feel you've taken a long journey, but really it was only minutes in your creation. Preset experience was on your side but your memories like all good stories remain veiled if not missing. What do you do now?
