Underwater in a barren sea lies the fishless Land of Dead.
The water weighs heavily upon those who drop in and even barnacles, smashed into grey goo, cower beneath the watery weight. All sink, sink to the grey ocean floor: still life and breathless.
Too heavy for struggle. Without appetite, they defecate grey clouds into the grey water which falls like ash onto the grey sand below.
Dark waves roll overhead, the color shifts with the movement of the sun far away shifting subtly from light grey to dark.
Still waters below. Visitors come unwillingly, but without struggle.
They are dropped by Dead Pirate Marauders into the Dead Sea.
Eventually, they slowly rise to surface of the sea, gasp and breathe. The lucky ones have strength to swim ashore before they sink again.
Miss Emeline Traveler survived her plunge into the Dead Sea, one of the few to resurrect. She remains, therefore, of the Land of Dead. She calls it home among other lands.
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
Miss Emeline Traveler survived her plunge into the Dead Sea, one of the few to resurrect. She remains, therefore, of the Land of Dead. She calls it home among other lands.
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
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