You jump (or are pushed, how would you know the difference?) and hit the water. You plunge so deep you're not sure which way is up, which way is back home. You scream because there's nothing else to do. You scream and start to forget, and as the bubbles float away you think, 'if I catch them, will I remember again?' So you follow them. And in a way you were right; you surface.
A translucent, colour shifting gem from above, hiding a gorgeous spiky underbelly. Only growing on the most decayed of woods, it makes me think; what teeth do we keep hidden? Why?