Anita Wixen stood on the edge of the flooded quarry, her blonde curly hair blowing in the warm breeze. She had always been drawn to this place, with its crystal clear waters and towering rock walls. Despite the warnings to stay away, Anita couldn't resist the temptation of diving into the cool depths.

She had come prepared, wearing her favorite black bikini and carrying a waterproof camera to capture the beauty of the quarry. As she made her way down the rocky path to the water's edge, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins.

As she stepped into the water, she took a deep breath and dove in, the cool water enveloping her body. Anita swam to the center of the quarry, marveling at the way the sunlight danced on the surface of the water, creating a mesmerizing pattern.

Suddenly, she heard a loud splash and turned to see a group of teenagers jumping off the cliffs above. Anita couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched them laughing and splashing around. But she knew she had made the right decision to come here alone. This was her peaceful escape, her sanctuary.

Anita swam to the far end of the quarry, where the water was the deepest. She closed her eyes and let herself float on the surface, feeling weightless and free. She could stay here forever, basking in the tranquility of the quarry.