Was it responsibility?
Was it faith?
Was it love?
The water pressed in from all sides, cold and unrelenting, a suffocating embrace that clawed at his chest.
The weight was unbearable, as if the very depths conspired to keep him there, lost in darkness.
Beneath the untouched surface of the lake, blood swirled like smoke in water, crimson tendrils stretching and curling into the void.
The lake was a graveyard of silence, where no light dared to penetrate and shadows ruled unchallenged.
Above, the heavens bled. The red blood moon hung ominously in the night sky, its eerie glow casting a spectral light across the desolation.
The moon's reflection shimmered on the lake's surface, fractured and rippling as if the world itself recoiled from its haunting gaze.
Then it came, the surge of energy. Reddish-purple light erupted from the depths, wild and untamed, spiraling into the sky as a storm unleashed.
