In a forgotten corner of the world, there existed a lake like no other—a lake so dark that its water seemed to absorb light, creating an eerie reflection of the surrounding forest. The locals called it *Hồ Nước Màu Đen*, the Black Water Lake, a name that carried with it an air of mystery and fear. It was said that the lake had no bottom, a vast, endless chasm that swallowed everything that came near it, leaving only silence in its wake.

The village near the lake had long lived in its shadow, and though they often told tales of strange happenings around the water, they avoided the lake like a curse. But one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a young girl named Lyra ventured near the shore, drawn by an inexplicable force she could not understand.

Lyra was a curious child, known for her fascination with the strange and unknown. Her grandmother often warned her about the lake, telling her that no one who ventured too close to its waters ever returned the same. “The lake is alive, Lyra,” her grandmother would say, “It takes what it wants, and it keeps it forever.”

On that particular night, the air was thick with mist, and the moon, full and bright, cast an ethereal glow over the water, making the lake look like a sheet of glass. As Lyra stood at the edge, she noticed something unusual—a figure by the water’s edge. It was a rabbit, white as snow, its fur shimmering in the moonlight. But this was no ordinary rabbit; its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and it seemed to be staring at her with a knowing gaze.

Lyra had never seen a rabbit like it before. She had heard the stories of the missing rabbits, creatures that vanished without a trace, but she never believed them. Until now.

Without thinking, she took a step closer to the animal. It didn’t move, merely watched her as she approached. Then, suddenly, the rabbit darted forward, leaping gracefully into the water. Lyra gasped, but before she could react, the water rippled violently, as if something large was moving beneath the surface. A dark shape emerged from the depths—an enormous creature, its body covered in scales that shimmered like the surface of the lake, and its eyes glowing with the same eerie light as the rabbit.

The creature was beautiful and terrifying, its presence commanding the air around it. Lyra stumbled back in fear, but the creature did not advance. Instead, it spoke in a voice that seemed to come from the very heart of the lake.

“You have seen what was never meant to be seen,” it said, its voice soft but heavy, like a whisper carried on the wind. “The rabbit is the keeper of the lake, and now you are its witness. There are many secrets here, secrets that the world was never meant to know.”

Lyra felt a cold shiver run down her spine. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice trembling.

The creature’s glowing eyes softened. “Nothing, child. You have already given the lake what it desired—a glimpse into its depths. The rabbit will lead you now. Follow it, and you will see the truth.”

Confused but entranced, Lyra followed the rabbit as it hopped toward the dark waters. Without thinking, she stepped into the lake, the cold water swallowing her feet. But as she moved deeper, she realized that the water was not cold at all—it was warm, almost comforting. It rose to her knees, then her waist, and before long, she was submerged in the depths, following the rabbit who seemed to glide just above the water.

The deeper they went, the darker it became, until all she could see was the faint glow of the rabbit’s eyes ahead of her. And then, as if parting a veil, they reached a vast underwater cavern. The walls of the cavern glowed with a soft, eerie light, and Lyra could see that the water was filled with strange, forgotten things—ancient relics, forgotten memories, and lost souls, all floating just beneath the surface.

In the center of the cavern was a massive stone altar, its surface covered in intricate carvings and symbols Lyra could not understand. The rabbit hopped onto the altar, and Lyra followed, feeling both out of place and yet, strangely at home.

“You are the chosen one,” the creature whispered from the shadows. “You have seen the truth of the lake. The Black Water holds the stories of those who vanished—the ones who disappeared, their memories lost forever. It keeps them here, trapped in its depths, never to be forgotten.”

Lyra stood before the altar, the weight of the knowledge pressing down on her. She now understood the rabbit’s true role—not just as a guide, but as a keeper of the forgotten. She could feel the eyes of the lost souls watching her, waiting.

“Will you be the keeper now?” the creature asked, its voice echoing in the cavern.

Lyra paused, her heart heavy with the burden of the choice. She had always been drawn to the unknown, but this… this was different. The lake was not just a place—it was a living, breathing entity, one that demanded its toll.

As the moonlight from the surface glimmered above, Lyra made her choice. She would be the keeper, just like the rabbit before her, and she would watch over the lake and its secrets for all eternity.

And so, the legend of the Black Water Lake grew. The lake still stood, a place of mystery and darkness, and on quiet nights, the white rabbit could still be seen by the water’s edge, waiting for the next lost soul to be chosen. The missing would never truly disappear, for their memories would always remain, hidden beneath the surface, where the rabbit and its keeper would watch over them.