Streaks of muted earth-colored mud run across the Disapproval flats.
Mud burbles in Disapproval pools.
It sticks to shoes and hooves. It dries and crusts and purples at night. Too hot to traverse, it gathers the sun’s heat and radiates waves in daytime.
At night, it grows cold and barren.
Sun-seeking reptiles with poison skin and sharp teeth soak on the flats. Some walk on two-legs and raise their poison-clawed hands in greeting, “Hey, Traveler!”
In the middle, lies the tar pit Disgust. Seen from above, it looks like a small circle, but at eye level it stretches wide. From inside, it is a deep and never-ending place to drown in the thick. A great stench arises from the depths and a miasma of fog gases all who approach the capitol gates. The gates swing open at random intervals. Those roaming Disapproval may be swept in to Disgust. Disgust holds a farmer’s market on Tuesdays and where all of the wares of Disapproval are gathered and sold.
In the middle, lies the tar pit Disgust. Seen from above, it looks like a small circle, but at eye level it stretches wide. From inside, it is a deep and never-ending place to drown in the thick. A great stench arises from the depths and a miasma of fog gases all who approach the capitol gates. The gates swing open at random intervals. Those roaming Disapproval may be swept in to Disgust. Disgust holds a farmer’s market on Tuesdays and where all of the wares of Disapproval are gathered and sold.
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