Immortal living pool…
The night sky above the sacred pool was utterly still, yet the water glowed as if reflecting stars from another world. At its very center, where a grand golden lotus with 1008 delicate leaflets bloomed in solemn majesty, Kent stood—his breathing calm, eyes reverent, posture firm as his right hand gently touched the translucent figure seated in a lotus position.
A moment later, the figure shimmered like liquid crystal reacting to warmth. Her eyes opened slowly, revealing a vast depth—deep oceans of memory, time, and ancient divinity flowing within. The face was ethereal, neither young nor old, neither mortal nor celestial, and when her gaze met Kent's, an unseen force pressed gently upon his soul.
He bowed instinctively, humbled by the pressure and majesty of the being before him. "Water Goddess," he whispered.
The figure offered a faint smile. "Kent Clark."
