The Lake Victor Monologue

The lake's liquid is bright yellow and somehow glittering. The scent is seducing;

mildly bittersweet with a hint of barley, malt and hops. Carlo is tranced as he walks slowly

towards the lake. The water's level is at his waist; he slowly lowers his head , sipping a

bit. Carlo likes it. Carlo likes it a lot! The sweet earthy herbal taste gradually elicits

ecstacy. The brew is thick, rich, with floral and grapefruit notes. He can sense a slight

sourness and mysterious enchanting undertone deep within yellowish hue. He started

swimming...slowly, in a very phelgmatic manner. Once every minute, he can’t control himself

from sipping the mysterious liquor. He did became drunk once so he knows the consequences--

it's just that all his attempt to fight the rapturous delight he feels whenever his tongue
He notice less of what is going

around. His head feels lighter as his blood vessels expand. He can feel his brain pushing

against his skull. His lucid, relaxed mind starts to dissolve into incoherence as his sense

of balance diminish. His body temperature lowers as his reflexes depress. His relfexes

starts to depress; his feet failing to respond. He starts to sink...eyes slowly closing. The sould is losing its bind to its body. |||Not yet boy! Not yet! Someone yelled inside his head. |||A whisper or a shout? Then he remembered that day; the train’s engine was loud and he can’t sleep. The

stars started to come out. |||Did the stars showed itself to me by mere chance or because I

have gazed enough? There's no stopping now. He opens his eyes. Consciousness starts to pump into his arteries. He's still

sinking down the lake. He starts shouting and bellowing as if he's trying to free from

something. He starts to pedal himself up. Upon reaching the surface he sharply draws