The smooth water ripples followed behind the rowboat as it left the docks and into the forest of wet stones, sailing through the gigantic underground ocean.
All the bumpy ripples disturbed the starry-magical pattern of the liquid as if urging the pool to simmer down.
To the left in the cavern, there were smaller rocks. To the right were slightly taller rocks, reaching a little bit to the ceiling. Water dripped from the cracks and tree roots in the top, uneven stone walls fissured with fingerlings of vines and moss, and a stagnant air of wet stone lingered everywhere among the colossal underground lake.
It took a couple minutes for Aletha to get used to rowing movements.
After that, Aletha became a natural at rowing.
While they glided through the vast expanse of water, Aletha bent down and looked at the reflection glistening on the surface. The stunned look on her face, blended with the surreal noise, urged her to comment on the land's beauty.
