[ A kingdom beyond the borders of the Old World]
The humidity was so overbearing that it felt like even the air had weight… like it was burdened with memory!!
Selene's boots sank as she made her way forward.
Each step into the murk was a struggle. She was knee deep in slush that looked like tar spun from crushed violets and coagulated blood. It made sickening 'shllk' 'shllk' noises as she trudged forward.
Every step earned an involuntary 'hiss' of disgust from her lips.
"Ah! Ah fuck this," she whined through gritted teeth. Her voice echoed strangely in the warped, endless expanse.
The reddish violet mire dragged at her ankles like it was trying to hold her back. Every paddle forward left ripples that shimmered like oil under a poisoned sky. Before her, loomed a door…no, it was not really a door.
It was a monolith.
