Haze marveled at the gentle sway of the water, the delicate undulations that coursed through its surface, seeming to dance and play in the dim light that filtered into the cavern.
His eyes followed the ripples as they spread outwards from the center of the pool, a silent symphony of movement that captivated him with its effortless beauty.
Haze's gaze lingered on the water, studying its clarity and stillness, his thirst growing ever more desperate as he contemplated the potential relief that lay before him.
After a long, deliberating moment, he reached a decision. The water, looked clean enough to drink.
A faint spark of hope flickered within him, as he allowed himself to imagine the sweet, cool liquid washing down his dry and parched throat, quenching his thirst and replenishing his strength.
The crucial question lingered in the air, a persistent whisper that refused to be ignored.
Was the pool filled with salt water or fresh water?
