“She stepped onto the Devil’s Bridge arching over the deadly crater lake – a round pool of water beaming with bioluminescent light; the light of the dead. Like many other namesakes, the semi-circular metal structure connected the diameter of the small lake, reflecting in the water beneath it. Together, the bridge and its mirror became an immense sphere of sky and water. Blue and green combining into turquoise – always turquoise, the bane of her life.”
