He sat at the bottom of the Black Lake, staring into the void as he's done several times; more times than he could count on his hands, which he see clearly no more. He had lost track of time, not bothering to count the seconds of how much time he'd spent, even after hoping to be anywhere but here after death. He was nothing but a mere shell of his former self, a visage while his physical form had long disappeared under the deep lake.
Should've learned how to swim.
He scoffed, there was no point in trying to repair what had already been done, no point in trying to save a dead body that was already long gone.
It was always the same cycle of silence, that was until he heard a shift in the waters above. He knew what the silence sounded like, and this was different. Not even marine life would go down here, so why would mortals dare to?
β [ It couldn't be... ]