This ancient cavern fascinated him. He spent the hours there. He sat and thought. He sat and listened to the voice of drops and water tides. But one day everything changed. (х3)
He saw the thin strands of black smoke. They crawled from the dark corners of the cavern and slipped right into the water.
And then they came. The drowned. Blind eyes, fair-haired, and blue-green skin. They whispered the words under his skin, those, which he was afraid to hear. And they gave him the Book.