From the depths of the lake's surface, the feral turtle laid in the sands at the bottom of the water. What rays of light from the sun that could penetrate the water's surface shined down on Donatello, giving faint warmth to his shell as he watched the aquatic plants sway. His dual colored eyes scanned the underwater landscape, enjoying the peace that the lake had to bring. This was one of the many things he missed during the war. Being able to relax and exist, even if his mind is gone now.