The Tumid River
The strange echoing footfalls sounded hollow. The walls were white without gleam. The hall stretched on forever. Pools of light at regular intervals. Islands of light in an endless river of darkness.
Trickle. Trickle. Trickle. Trickle.
The sound of water running from nowhere. An impending flood, perhaps. Across the floor, flowing, flowing water. A river of blackness, shallow but swift. Marshweeds poked out of the dark, murky water.
This was the river Styx.
Trickle. Trickle. Trickle. Trickle.
The sound of water running from nowhere. An impending flood, perhaps. Across the floor, flowing, flowing water. A river of blackness, shallow but swift. Marshweeds poked out of the dark, murky water.
This was the river Styx.