Prologue of a Prologue

Stalks of lilies on the edges of a still, silver lake sway gently with the light autumn breeze. The fog that has came along with the break of dawn forbids the recognition of anything else beyond the swampy foliage. The dense sheet of grey air seemed impassable at first, and that it held an impossible void, but tender splashing sounds, and the temperate ripples emanating from the seemingly infinite announces the presence of life within.

Slowly, gently, a black silhouette emerges. It was a simple boat, riding silently along the surface of the water. On it was a young girl with an umbrella. Leaning over the edge, blankly staring into the depths, she plays with the otherwise tranquil waters with her benign slender fingers. All of a sudden, but not so suddenly, a white water-lily floats to the edge of the boat. The girl looks at it, acknowledging its presence but devotes nothing more to it. She watched it float by feebly, until it dissappeared again into the mist.

Leaning over the edge, she began twiddling with the lake's waters again. The image of the white lily plays itself over and over in the little girl's head. Still blankly starting into the lakes depths, she said with an unenthusiastic tone... "reminds me of Icecream".