Night On The Lake | That

The moonlight didn’t just reflect off Blackwood Lake; it seemed to sink into it, turning the water into a sheet of cold, hammered silver.

Below him, deep in the dark water, a light was growing. It wasn't the blurry glow of a lantern or a fish; it was sharp, geometric, and impossibly bright. As it rose, the water began to hum. The ripples didn't move outward; they moved inward, toward the center of the lake, as if the water were being pulled down a drain that didn't exist. That Night on the Lake

When the spray cleared, the lake was flat again. The watch was gone. The moonlight was just moonlight. Elias looked at his hand; the tip of his index finger was glowing with a faint, silver shimmer that wouldn't wash off. The moonlight didn’t just reflect off Blackwood Lake;