POV Swimming In a Lake Full Of Vicious Crocodiles

The surface of the lake lies still, a mirror of dark green water hiding what stirs beneath. As you slip in, the chill bites instantly, and silence takes over except for the faint ripples spreading from your movement. Then, in the gloom below, shapes begin to move long, slow, and deliberate. Yellow eyes flicker under the surface like warning lights in the dark. Every stroke feels heavier, every breath sharper. The water smells of mud and fear. You can almost feel their gaze, circling, calculating. One wrong move, one splash too loud, and the calm could shatter into chaos. Youre not swimming for pleasure youre swimming to survive.