Ayumi
There’s the potential for something hidden like a blue egg deep under the lake. Down, down it drifts into the ancient crevasses, lower and lower it floats into the nameless abyss.
Is there a murky beast who with half a gulp will make the fragile hope disappear? Its teeth would miss the hapless shell; it would find itself gnawing its own jaw while the egg bobs down its cavernous interior, untouched, but with what chance of ever being hatched?