The Weight of a Secret
Rio stepped out of the Nether Skull Post shelter, peering his eyes as he gazed ahead. A barren land stretched out before him, devoid of any sign of life. The blistering sun beat down on the scorched earth, emitting everything in a hazy, warm light.
Taking a deep breath, he set out on his journey, his eyes fixed on the horizon. As he traveled like a blue dot enchanting his body with thunder, he could also feel the heat radiating off the ground, making his skin feel tight and dry.
After what felt like hours, Rio came across a vast swamp land. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of moss and slime.
He slowed down and traveled carefully, trying to keep his footing on the slippery terrain as he moved forward, taking careful steps to avoid falling into the murky water.
As he was making his way through the swamp, a voice sounded in his mind, filled with longing for him.