Drop,

As icicles began to melt one night. I descended from the warm cuddles of my bed, and seemed to have been awakened by a sheer expression of light from outside the window. I blinked, and by the next second I knew I wasn't dreaming at all, as it felt real, so real that I could feel the tickle of morning fog wandering about aimlessly and through the window into my room... I felt a slight shiver and touched my own bumpy skin now. The pores are such prominent marks I have never intended them to be. I walked towards the window, drawing the curtains aside. The chill seemed familiar now, and my skin has smoothened too.

I looked out, and saw the surface of the lake glistening under the hunting moon. A foil of gold disguised the true depth and immense mystery under the surface. It's time, I thought, as I strolled slowly towards the edge of land.

As my toes submerged, there it was, a surge of intense chill came through me. I walked, deeper every step of the way, one that allows me to finally touch the golden armour of the ever serene yet mysterious lake. The chill might be fierce but the fear subsided eventually, as I drifted along and into the neverending depth of an enigmatic beauty.

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