The Temple stands before you, like a petrified beast that once tried to soar into the sky. Beneath you, the waters look clear and shallow. You've heard stories about it before, but it still surprises you how close to the surface the bottom of the lake seems to be. Close and inviting. Suddenly, you begin to wonder how many unfortunate souls have made the mistake of trusting their eyes in this place.
A shiver runs down your spine just thinking about what dwells underneath the sparkling surface. Without shape or colour. Aware of every heart that beats nearby. On a warm day, such as this, surrounded by the small sounds of ripling water and sunlight, it would need a single, tiny moment. It wouldn't even create a wave. And all this because it craves company.
Yes, everything that lives is doomed to die in The Lonesome Lake.
