As if created from nothing at all, a well of water bubbled up from the rocky depths of the earth, forming into the jagged shape of a pool that, again, looked twice as deep as Skip was tall, if not deeper. Moss lined the craggy ridges and dips of its depths, blacker than his and Molly's dark skin. So black that it looked like it might be part of the shadows themselves if not for the way the moss swayed in a current of its own making. The water rippled and shone, reflecting the faint gleam of sunlight onto the walls in an ever-moving pattern, its depths hidden by the moss below.

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