I flow rapidly in rage, pouring over all, consuming them in my torrent.
I level off and am absorbed to see the damage.
I turn to ice when cold, bringing ruin to the small areas I have entered.
My coldness can be beautiful as it falls in layers all around. Only the warmth of others can melt me.
I am fog, silently hovering and brooding over life. I affect all who walk through me, leaving depressing droplets on all who dare to enter.
I am stagnant, full of Apathy, weighed down by everything that falls upon me. The stench of death rises from my soul.
I am deep water that is soothing and refreshing, quenching thirst and drought.
I am water