Klaus had been swimming tirelessly, his body slicing through the water with determined strokes.
He had lost track of time, consumed by the vastness of the lake and the mysterious pull that urged him to venture deeper. It was an enigma he couldn't resist exploring.
Strangely, the further Klaus delved into the depths, the more at ease he felt. Breathing became effortless, as if the water itself was sustaining him. It was an inexplicable sensation that both intrigued and unnerved him, yet it propelled him forward.
After what seemed like an eternity, Klaus came to an abrupt halt, his eyes fixated on the breathtaking sight that lay before him. Suspended in the watery abyss was a solitary droplet of blood, defying the laws of gravity.
Its scarlet hue stood out vividly against the muted tones of the lake. Klaus found himself drawn to it, his mouth agape in awe.
