It swallowed me my body was taken, death
was upon me, I thrashed about, I reached for my boat, I was too late… the lake
was still, mist gathered over the cold surface. The comet that struck the earth
millions of years ago was now a popular spot for fishing. An old story I heard
was about a phantom that patrolled these waters, the phantom was a man who was crushed by the immense
impact of the rock, but I don’t believe that sort of nonsense, so I came out
anyway. I knew I was always rebellious, but so what?
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