I flew until I saw what looked to be the underworlds version of an ocean. The unusual pink waters frothed as they slammed against the shore, wave upon waves seemed to build from some unseen force. I dropped myself onto a small cliff, hanging my feet over the edge as I watched the water continue to crash onto the shore.
As I watched the waves I noticed how the pink starkly contrasted with the world around it. The underworld that seemed to be more colorless than anything had a speck of color here and there it would seem. The pink of the waters, the odd green of the stars, or what I assumed to be stars. Small things that unless you were looking up or sitting where I am now, you would never see them.
I wanted to stay here. To just turn and run away from everything I knew was coming. Run fr
