The lake had always been there, in the middle of the forest, but no one in the town dared to swim in it. The water was crystal clear, so clear that you could see the bottom with the naked eye, but something didn't add up. The problem was not what was seen, but what was not: the fish floated motionless, trapped in an eternal moment. The aquatic plants swayed in a rhythm that did not follow the breeze, but something beneath it. And those who had ever touched the water said they felt something caressing their skin, something that seemed alive... and hungry.

When the night consumed the orange colors of the remains of the sun and the waters of that lake shone spectrally like a flourescent liquid, Yerik saw himself floating in that lake, the only one who could bathe in its waters as the cleanest and most refreshing liquid