It’s difficult to put into words what it’s like waking up in a remote floating village in the middle of a vast marshland.
Everything was silent and still. Thick fog veiled the landscape and the early morning air felt icy cold. Eerie trees that looked like something out of a Tim Burton film skewered the water. For some reason, they reminded me of skeletons and the sight sent chills down my spine. The whole night, I was lulled to sleep by the patter of raindrops on the roof. I had on a long-sleeved shirt, but goosebumps covered both my arms. The sight was so bleak yet achingly beautiful. It’s as if someone had put a grayscale filter on the landscape. Then the sun started to shine from behind the hazy veil and breathe color into the landscape.
I never knew a swamp could be this otherworldly.
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