Once upon a time, there was a little child who lived in a village surrounded by green fields and woods. In the backyard of the child's grandmother's house, there was a well that had been abandoned for years, its heavy wooden lid always kept tightly shut. The child had always been curious about what was hidden beneath the dark water, so one day, they summoned up the courage to lift the lid.
Looking down into the depths of the well, the child saw only an endless black hole that seemed to swallow up all light and sound. The child tossed a small pebble in, and watched in awe as it disappeared into the darkness without a sound. Each passing second of silence was both eerie and intimidating, and the child felt a sense of depth that ran far beyond their imagination. Finally, they heard the pebble hit the bottom of the well, a sound so loud it seemed to echo from the end of the world.
But one day, something magical happened. The other end of the well opened, and the child saw a boy looking back up at them. But it was no ordinary boy; it was a perfect mirror image of themselves, only the sky above was brighter and bluer than any the child had ever seen. For some reason, the well was now filled with dark water, and the child's shadow overlapped their reflection on its surface. They waved a hand to the dark figure, and to their surprise, the shadow waved back, confirming that it was indeed them. But something felt off. The child could sense a fragility in their synchronized action, perhaps because of the distance and isolation between them.
As the child stared into the well, their shadow seemed to grow darker and more vivid by the minute. Suddenly, the child felt a chill run down their spine as they realized the shadow was staring back at them with an eerie gaze. In that moment, the child knew they had to shut the lid of the well and run away as fast as they could. From that day on, the child never opened the lid of the well again, but they would always wonder what kind of mysterious world lay hidden deep within its depths.