It pierced our eyes. We nearly forgot of its existence. The breaking boat stumbled towards the light in the distance. We were reaching the promise land! The wooden paddles and canoe was falling apart. The glow sticks lost its glow. Our hearts were sinking and arms were breaking. But we took no breaks. The dark void we were in was menacing. There were creatures dangling from above, with tiny fluttering unidentified-flying-objects occasionally hover past us. The wall above us seemed to be drooling. Substances sometimes drip onto my hair. It slithers down the hair, past the oily forehead, down the pimple plagued face and onto the neck where it slows to a stop. There was silence.
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