It was a warm and calm night. fireflies flew among nature, and the atmosphere felt calm and soft. It was ideal to go for a walk and play among the fireflies. But the poor parable did not know of the danger lurking within the water he was drinking in the lake:

".........."

Stalking him from the shadows. an old friend, someone who's parable knew very well, and who was possibly going to eat him and drink his blood. Or maybe not. It is not known, but the predator is still there, watching it. He laughs and only say:

"Hey there, Ink. what are you doing among the waters this night?."