Deep Truths
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The moonlight came down in brilliant beams, dancing across the water's surface. Its serenity was undisturbed, the lake untouched by the passing breeze. A white disk reflected from the sky into the lake, forming its symmetric calamity. A single figure was crouched in the reflection's horizon, under the snow-white moon. His eyes closed, hands cupped over a single object.
The trees in the scenery reached out their silhouetted claws, sharp branches curled around the eternal night. The boy's hair was bleached white by the moonlight, and his eyes opened ever so slowly. His hands slid open as wll, the delicate object slipping through his fingertips. A feather landed softly onto the water's surface, sending soft ripples upon the reflections. Eyes of brilliant gold, he stood silently, the wind whistling through his hair. Arms raised, he fell forward like the downy feather, diving into the murky depths of the lake.
He slipped in without leaving a trace, and there was no more… except the feather.
Floating, calmly, upon the water's edge.