Doesn't need to breathe x2

The sky was above us was a weird pinkish color, and we were on a shoreline of an emerald lake. The thing thundered through the sand and down into the water, pulling us both quickly under the waves.

I’d heard of some kind of monster like this in mythology, a horse that would trick riders on it so that it could drown them. I couldn’t remember what it was called, but if I’d needed to breathe, I would have been forced to disengage. Fortunately, I didn’t have to breathe at all, and all the water did was give me more time to worm my way inside the thing.

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Moon