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You decide to take a nice long swim, and maybe punch something that looks tasty if you come across it.
The water is warmer than you would expect from an underground lake that has not seen the sun. The light of the mushrooms that cling to the ceiling is bright enough to see by, but still far dimmer than sunlight - and far less capable of providing warmth. Yet rather than the brisk chill of water fresh from a well, the lake is as pleasant and warm as the middle sea in summer, where the corals bloom brightly and the fish shed their winter scales for tones of brighter color.
So too are the depths of the lake. The water here is clear and bright, far deeper than you would have thought at a first glance. From its size you would have expected twenty to thirty feet of depth at most, yet when you reach that far out, the shoreline drops like the continental shelf into a warm abyss of eighteen and a thousand colors.
You need more breath if you wish to explore it.
Piercing the surface, you take a deep gulp of air and push it through your chakras as prana. With that much air and energy, you will not need to breath for a whole week, if you did not want to. It's more than enough to allow you to explore the waters without the worry of asphyxiation.
With that, you dive into the abyss, as deep as you can.
A hundred feet, a thousand feet, a mile and then ten.
The lake you realize is not truly a lake, but a needle of water that pierces into the heart of the world. Clear as crystal and filled with light, it is not an abyss but a fluid paradise of color, for what was water has been crushed beneath its own tremendous weight and the fluids that remain are the very same blend in which you were grown. Pressure builds, of course, and a ordinary woman would have been crushed into a bloody pulp so long ago, but your body barely feels it.
After all, you are born of prana and of mana, of orgone and of synkrone, of pneuma and of aether. Under such pressures, water breaks into those components, and you - who were born of their coalescence - cannot be harmed by them. Indeed, submerged here you feel so incredibly <span class="mu-i">strong</span> that it frightens you.
And yet the view you behold is nothing but beauty.
The coral paints a colorful picture of the stony walls, and the fish that flit between them are no less bright. Darkness is banished, not only by your soul coming alight, but by the fluids themselves that you have been submerged in. Through which you swim, or mayhaps it might be better to say <span class="mu-i">fly</span>, for even your own perception cannot tell if they remain liquid, or have become a gas.
<span class="mu-s">Still, you remember, you're here to hunt for breakfast.</span>
>Seek out the largest fish and test yourself.
>Fashion a net of aether and poach from a school of fish.
>A passing tuna looks delicious. A spear of pneuma shall make it yours to eat.
>Perhaps it is a dim hope. It would be too easy and simple. But could the strength you have here punch through the dungeon's wall? (Roll 1d100)
