Having said this, she moved to the water's edge, limbering up her limbs as she spoke,
"I remember, by the shore here, the undercurrent comes from the east, continuing to this shallow bank until it meets the rocks and then turns back, swirling down into the depths of the lake, then surging upwards..."
In short, there was a spring at the bottom of the lake, the water columns gushing up like blooming flowers, and the undercurrent spreading outward like petals, then recirculating downwards...
Those unaware of the situation who entered the water and were caught by the undercurrent would panic; nine out of ten would be at a loss, clueless about how to find the pattern of the currents. But if one truly understood the direction of the flow and swam along with it, they could actually return safely to the surface.
