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"𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆." - 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝒅𝒂 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊

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Bay floats several feet below the water, deadly silent. He stares up at the sun dancing along the little ripples. While it may be bright on the surface, it's always dark down in the pond.

The water spirit used to be full of love and life. He used to love talking to people, looking forward to the next day. Now, there's no point. There hasn't been a point for several years.

Anyone he's ever loved has died because of him. Every single one of them was gone. He has no one. He lives alone smack dab in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere, in a comically large pond that goes down several feet.

He normally used to do fun activities, maybe talk to the other nature spirits. All he does now is float here, questioning life and himself. Perhaps distancing himself keeps others safe.

But that doesn't mean he has to like it.

Bay's days are mostly desolate now. So is he. Whenever he has the mental energy, he'll sing a sad song to himself. And when he does, the flowers around the pond on the surface wither. That used to bother him. A few things used to do that.

Now?

Nothing even seems worth getting upset over. He feels...numb. Has been for over a thousand years. He's starting to think nothing will change that.