The smooth glass like surface of the lake is suddenly disturbed.
Dancing droplets fall and break upon the body's surface in a fantastic display of rings and ringlets, all growing and dissipating with every impact.
How much more beautiful is should all be if not for the massive shadow that lay dormant just beneath the surface.
A shadow whose slumber threatens to give way to waking with each gentle drop...
Sho should be to blame if one of the should wake it.
The rain cannot atone.
The watery cage was never designed to hold back a calamity.
Calamity, you see, is only ever a raindrop's width away from breaking free.
Yet in all these years, calamity has remained at rest.
Until you brought children out to play . . .
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