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Silently, ghostly white feet etched the rim of the dismal abyss vastly stretched for several miles across the immense crater, a living memory to the lost race of time. Deep ringlets expanded upon the rhythmic, breathing motion of the water shocking it into a state of rendition. The distortedly silver glow wavered, dancing wildly upon the quavering dead liquid; two silvery aquatic eyes canvassed upon a pale, drawn face peered into the gloom. She had all but forgotten the bountiful times in such ill surroundings, vaguely remembering the long summer evenings spent by the golden cornfields, how she longed for them. Lifting the mud-clad cotton dress above her knee, she apprehensively dipped her slender leg into the dark unknown.