Deep within the mountain's belly, the Water Prison felt like a corner forgotten by time.
There were no traces of day and night cycles here.
The only measure of time's passage was the long, narrow crack in the rock above.
At dusk, a thin ray of sunlight struggled to squeeze in, casting a slanted orange spot on the damp stone wall opposite.
As nightfall deepened, the spot slowly faded from warm orange to dark red, its outline becoming increasingly blurred.
Eventually, it was completely devoured by the endless darkness of night.
Once the light vanished, this world was left in pure darkness and deathly silence.
Cold air rising from the deep pool spread along the rock walls throughout the space, turning it into a veritable ice cellar.
Airflow seemed frozen; even breaths carried a biting chill.
On the stone platform in the center of the pool, a figure sat cross-legged without moving.
