A pool ripples before him within the cavern. His lantern's light reflects off of the pool and bounces about within the ancient sanctuary. He sets the lantern down and approaches the magical waters.
He can't help but admire its beauty. It's clearly untouched by sin, and devoid of the imperfections of humanity. He fights the urge to submerge himself within the water and relentlessly drink from it. He could not taint its purity. It must be kept clean.
As instructed, he pulls out a single, old bottle, blessed by three saints from across the land. He carefully, and slowly, brings it down to the water. He never puts it into the water itself. The water climbs up and pours itself into it. It's truly enchanted, he thinks to himself.
The bottle is filled to the brim. He corks the bottle and pockets it. The water settles down, and continues to ripple and splash within its containment. In that moment, the man sensed that the water desperately wanted to escape from its hole. In that moment, the man almost pitied the water.
Then he left, and ventured back into the wasteland that awaited outside.
