> ewaneneollav said: reachfor the mask again

Hands shaking, you reach for your clay piece again. Through the surface layer of water, you feel nothing but the powdery ash you felt before, and then, before you can take your arms out, a cold and clammy hand on them. Something is pulling on you again... you are being pulled through the water... oh, God... no...

You are being lifted into the air and then find yourself on the ground. If you look around... there's remnants of burnt tree stumps and charcoal and ash spread on the ground. You begin sweating... realizing you're dead in the center of the charred land...

> Look around

> Pick up some ash

> Run back towards the lake