The water entered my lungs as I dove headfirst into the pool. I exhaled, the bubbles rising all around me as I continued to fall deeper into the abyss. Every second that past my head seemed to feel a little bit more weird, the lathargic pressure forcing my limbs outwards, my body resembling the spokes of a wheel somewhat.
Looking upwards I could see the distorted image of the clear blue sky, the sun illuminating my body, and thus causing the spider of a shadow below. I like to think about things under water. There is a time restraint so every thought seems to exact, so precise. With the destruction of my usual senses, the mind springs forth with a new energy; an excersize for the sake of itself.
Enevitably, I slowly rise to the surface. For that which is required to live awaits me.
you know i have a alchemy book you can relate that scene to :).