Powder
* * * The first time you saw it, you thought it was a reflection of water. The lake seemed ordinary during the day—calm, silent, forgotten by almost everyone in the city. But that night, under the dim light of the moon, something was... different. The surface did not only reflect the sky. There was movement. You leaned a little further, ignoring the silent warning that was growing in the back of your mind. It was always like this — curiosity spoke louder. Since he was little, he couldn't put a mystery aside. It was then that he saw it. Not completely. Not all at once. First, something dark moving under the water. Then, soft shapes, slowly undulating... as if they were alive. And then, for a brief second, eyes. Eyes that looked back. You froze. It wasn't fear — not yet. It was fascination. The creature did not rise to the surface. It didn't make any noise. He just stood there, watching. As if it were... evaluating. And for some reason he
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* * * The first time you saw it, you thought it was a reflection of water. The lake seemed ordinary during the day—calm, silent, forgotten by almost everyone in the city. But that night, under the dim light of the moon, something was... different. The surface did not only reflect the sky. There was movement. You leaned a little further, ignor...Read more