I step on the thinning ice with just a bit too much momentum, and under the lake I go. Normally, that's where the story would end, but not for me. Some part of me is still awake, within its icy depths, and even years later, I am still here.

Do you know the feeling of watching your body being eaten by the fish of your home?

How about standing by and watching as the body of a child is thrown into your depths, the unfeeling animals within you rushing towards the smell of fresh?

My watery arms reach out, comforting him as he slowly regains consciousness, shooing away the hungry fish. He may not be alive, but he truly is awake. And aware of the great injustice done by his killer. He swims back to the surface, and disappears into the mists of the forest.