[The closer he comes to the pools, the more he can see that there is movement, a figure. Some is in there, down deep in the glowing, twisting light of the strange liquid, but too far away to make out what it is.
The whispers are everywhere. Can he hear them? They're calling. Come closer.
The dark form rises, coming closer to the surface, almost visible.
You're not closer enough, Kaito. Here. Come closer.]