Book 2: Chapter 120

The murky water laps up and almost touches the soles of my shoes. The dark gray stones of the shore are wet with a thick gelatinous coating, making them slippery under my feet. I shuffle back slightly to avoid letting its poison get too close. One drop could kill me.

The landscape is dead and soft at the edges. There is no bright white here, there is no pure black either. Just a world composed of