Affirmation

Sunny walked up the rocky slope, surrounded by the flowing mist and a silence so absolute that it was almost deafening. He could not see very well, and even if he could, he wouldn't have been able to perceive much — his mind was so strained by the imperative need to continuously affirm his own existence that there wasn't much space left for other thoughts. 

The mist could barely be permeated by his shadow sense, as well. His senses were impaired — not as much as they would have been in true darkness, but still severely. 

Step. Step. Another step.

All sounds were muffled, and he could not hear his own footsteps. Because of that, Sunny had an eerie feeling that he was not moving at all. 

'Damnation.'

This is going to be tiring. 

He walked for a few hours, feeling more and more fatigued. Just a day before, he was flying across the Chained Isles, unrestrained and full of power… but now, simply taking a step felt like a burden.