rareleaks

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Slowly, creeping into the tent, he tilts his head up his eyes drew towards the silky stitched fabric of the cushion that the old hag had presented before him, for a moment he was in a bit of a daze as the sight of her caught him off guard. You Narrow your eyebrows puzzled, from what she had mentioned, you reply. "What do you mean, you have been expecting me?" Whilst speaking to her you slowly edge yourself down into a sitting position as you begin to feel comfortable, only to be met by all kinds of smells being emitted. Your head starts to feel fuzzy as the strong sickening smell of the burning candles started to fill your nostrils. You motion your hand up towards your head pushing your long golden locks away from your forehead whilst trying to maintain the composure to speak to the lady. You wait for her response only to reply with your own; "Well, for me, I haven't really settled down, so I make my way from place to place trying to earn a bit of money on the side, which lead me to here in the end up." The old hag finishes speaking to you about your story as you slowly creep back out of the tent, retracting your head back over your shoulder you thank the old hag. Before you step outside as the fresh nature breeze masks your face, you roll your eyes in relief. Before misplacing your foot in the depths of the murky swamp water. You let out a sigh, before your body tenses up due to the freezing temperatures. You wrap your robe around you, getting ready for the journey ahead of you.