(ALICE)
I'm floating underwater.
It's dark, but I can breathe. Now there is sand under my bare feet, and when I look around, I realize I'm standing at the bottom of the lake. I don't know how I know it's the lake, but I do. I take a few steps, and then I see a figure just a little bit ahead of me. It's a woman.
Her back is to me, her hair floating behind her. As I approach her, she turns to look at me. I go still.
I know her. She's the dark witch that I saw in the lake, the one who grabbed my wrist.
This time, her eyes are not white but a light blue. She smiles at me, and her expression is gentle, almost warm.
My feet are frozen to the spot, and she glides toward me gracefully. Her hand presses on my chest, and she says something. I can't quite make out the words, but she repeats them, bubbles of air floating out of her mouth.
