Cra-ack. Ploop!' The sound was almost deafeningly loud in this place of quiet. Disturbing the gently flowing waters and blissful peace was a chyrsalis, high up next to one of the waterfalls. It has just begun to show signs of the life inside.

'Crra-ack.' More of the outer pyrite crumbles, sploshing into the waters below. Then, all movement stills. For one beat. Then two.

Then the chyrsalis bursts, sending tiny shards of pyrite scattering across the tunnel. A single larger shape falling with the amniotic fluids slips down the tunnel walls then, just as with the shards before it, drops into the water with a 'bloop'.

This new life for a moment seems stunned, disoriented, belly scales facing the surface and dorsal fin pointing towards the sands below. And completely frozen in place. Another beat passed, then a forth.

Then, the fish rights itself, wriggling in the waters. Its tiny face breaks the surface, looking upward from where it had fell, the remains of pyrite that clung to the wall. As the case with most fish, it's difficult to discern what it may be thinking or feeling. And, before anyone has a chance to try and guess, it dips back into the crystal clear waters.

At least, they would be crystal clear if chunks of pyrite and a falling salmon hadn't disturbed the sands below making this spot particularly murky. The fish was free, but it seemed at a loss. Idly drifting around the waters, around rocks. Letting the sands, rocks and crystals brush against its own scales, getting a feeling for these new surrounds. It didn't seem to have a goal in mind as it drifted.

Just an aimless wander. No doubt punctuated by one thought in particular: Now what?