Most people have one of two impressions of swamps: either the moist, fragmented, and footless wetlands where tall reeds sway with the wind and the ground is covered with short grass, where flying beasts hide in the reeds and occasionally chase and wander with the waves, where green and clarity are the underlying tones, making blue skies and green waters bring pleasurable feelings. Or they are the twisted, entangled, snake-like vines of withered trees, the muddy and turbid foul water emitting strange bubbles, where gloom and decay permeate every corner, no life to be found, forbidding and deterring any from venturing forth.
The reality is generally the former, but in today's Earlen Peninsula Duchy, the latter might be more common.
Behind Shadow Town, a dim expanse of swamp forest vaguely appeared on the horizon.
"Is it in there?"
The long-bored Anna became somewhat spirited as she looked towards the distant town.
"Perhaps."
