Bogs made up of sludge do not reflect but absorbs light hungrily

A strange wetland mired in controversies and mysterious appearances

Feet being dragged under by some sinister force; strange behaviour for shallowness

Heart sinks, fearing the behaviour of a land that has been deluged with negativity

Stinks for sure, but the senses are overpowered by a strange smell

Land oozes threatening behaviour while walking across uncertainties 

Darkened sky opens wider to fill the cauldron with ominous desires


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