Lake of Shadow

Don’t trust it. They say it’s a lake but water doesn’t move like that. Inky indigo tendrils dance just beneath the surface, lapping peacefully at the dozen or so rowboats lined up on its shore. It seems that will be your only way to cross this body of water. At a glance, this place is as peaceful as any waterfront would be on a calm autumn evening. So why is the hair on the back of your neck standing on end? Why does the water cling to your palm like it’s tasting you? It’s the closest thing this place has to water, so you’ll have to face it eventually. Unfortunately for you, the Lake of Shadow seems to be aware of that.