Subtle light, plays across the surface of the water. It skips and hops, a child without a care. But the children are aware, of something more. They run and jump, sip imaginary tea, and brush there teeth at night. They know, they know of an evil among them. Within, water, on which the light plays. Without, black and white water threatening to invade. But the water that was crystal does not stay so forever, it turns to blood like a plague. They know, they know then that the evil has touched them. The light is not so merry then and does not play on the water. The children though are still not so different that they do not run and jump, laugh, and brush their hair. Now they know, they know the seeking and desiring.
And the water boils within and without.