Detached. A part of nothing, its own everything. This place... quiet, untouched. Far, far beneath the grass, and trees... further beneath the sky, which didn't exist in this place, overcast by rock.
The droplets or water echoed a thousand times, through the tunnels and caves. They fell from the ceiling, like it was raining. So many droplets formed on the underground systems ceiling, each falling to the stone, or the pools below, creating millions of echoing splashes, enough to flush the mind with the purest of sounds. The prettiest, calming sounds.
The pools glistened dimly. Purple water... purple droplets, creating rings of water that joined with thousands of other rings of water. The quiet, but countless echoes... these caves were connected with streams and rivers of clear, purple water, like flowing amethysts.
The amethyst rivers flowing slowly, the entire underground system alive with the echoing sound of the reunion of the liquid that had made its way to the cave ceiling. The purple paradox of innumerable echoing sounds blending together to create the most tranquil silence... silent flows of purple coursing into a vast underground lake, closed in by walls of rock, and covered by a ceiling of the same. The lake, more purple than the eyes of a puppet... surrounding a small island of rock, which was surrounded by a wall of stalagmites. Standing in the middle of the rock island, the expanse of the purple underground lake could be seen... but there are no eyes to see it.