Chapter 34
I’ve never been on a cruise or on a boat in the sea. Which is one of the reasons I’m ill-equipped to deal with the massiveness of this macabre ocean. Its movement and repetitive pattern never cease. When the waves crest, there’s no white froth before it bubbles over, but it does reflect the current state of the sky and glints like patent leather shoes. And there’s no briny scent in the air or a breeze filled with seaweed and life. It’s the same as everything else in this ill-fitted realm: soulless.
The sky casts an unnerving hue over everything. Rays of light are pinkish or orange.
The color of the boiling, flickering, fiery clouds changes like a wood-burning fire. It’s impossible to tell the time of day. This place is cast in perpetual twilight and I’ve lost all sense of tim
