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She banked her plane over the brightly colored lake. The colors seemed to pulse with their vibrancy.

“That’s odd,” she thought. ” I don’t remember there being a lake on this route.”

As the plane reached the center of the luminous body of water the orange run off streams lifted from the ground. In a flash, the streams, now clearly tendrils, reached skyward and enveloped the plane drawing it down into the gelatinous maw at the center of the creature.