Spoiler
The rush of sound that pulsates through the sky strikes chills down the spines of foreigners, like me.
This noise has annexed the mire and the mossy groves, lurking in the shadows of the bright greens and safe browns.
The buzz invades the silence and occupies the gaps between the trees.
The ghost of a flower, with its petals reaching desperately for me and pleading red eyes, trembles at the hand of the subtle breeze.
My feet push on through stubborn murky water and I trudge wearily through the thickets.
Mosquitoes, midges and ticks are deployed onto my bare, open skin, hungry for my blood and flesh.
The noise's ally, Heat, arrives as an infantry, marching eagerly over mounds and scaling sheer rock faces.
It roars maniacally as it sets fire to the fair skin of my face.
This swamp appears benign on sight.
But it howls fury and its dew is the spittle of rage.
This noise has annexed the mire and the mossy groves, lurking in the shadows of the bright greens and safe browns.
The buzz invades the silence and occupies the gaps between the trees.
The ghost of a flower, with its petals reaching desperately for me and pleading red eyes, trembles at the hand of the subtle breeze.
My feet push on through stubborn murky water and I trudge wearily through the thickets.
Mosquitoes, midges and ticks are deployed onto my bare, open skin, hungry for my blood and flesh.
The noise's ally, Heat, arrives as an infantry, marching eagerly over mounds and scaling sheer rock faces.
It roars maniacally as it sets fire to the fair skin of my face.
This swamp appears benign on sight.
But it howls fury and its dew is the spittle of rage.
I have chosen the emotion of fear. Swamps and forests and mountains can often look so pretty that we forget how easily they could kill us. I have written this about a protagonist who is very much aware of the danger.
