As he neared the bottom, Izanami's voice grew louder. It was still the same as before. Calming and comforting. A few more steps and he finally touched the ground, if that's what it is. It was too soft to be called a 'ground'. More of like a puddle of mud, a quicksand. But the stickiness was sickening. It was as if sucking all of his strength. He struggled to move and lift his feet to walk but everything got ignored. His attention was drawn to that small light not too far from where he was.
Dandelion Memories
Fantasy · SummerStardust
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