The ice water crowned over her head as she stretched into the night’s winter air and her lungs filled with frozen agents that burned as she gasped, remembering how to breath. It had been weeks since she’d last risen above the surface of the forgotten lake. Winter was in full effect now.
A soft glow of burning embers amidst the blue snow caught her eye and she turned to the humble village she’d so often seen in different daylights and different seasons. It had such angular and unwelcoming structures, but became even gloomier at night when the humans baked within them and few ventured out. They weren’t free like she. They were confined to the land and inclined to warmth, trapped within their confines for comfort. She was free to the heights of many lakes and welcomed the cold.
Envy did occasionally find a way to her, but only at night when the purple in the sky darkened to black, and the lanterns and buildings of the humans illuminated with the flickering orange. It wasn’t the warmth she found fascination with though. So mysterious and unnatural; she wondered how they’d stolen the element from the sun that was barred from her dark and deep waters.
Her breath materialized in puffs of white, obscuring the light-polluted towers in the distance. It was made to look like a dream world and the thought occurred to her that maybe it was. A dream she was called to, every once and a while, by the light in the dark.