It was a completely dark, solid mass, shaped like a dried, wrinkled mango. It hung in mid-air, slowly spinning due to an unknown force—round and round, never stopping.
Not far below the 'mango,' two zombies looked up at it motionlessly, staring intently.
Like thirsty travelers, these two zombies longed for the powerful forces contained within the 'mango'—thick, substantial negative energy and other indescribable and mysterious things inside.
However, this power was terrifying, and the other undead creatures kept their distance from the 'mango.' The daring duo of zombies attempted to cautiously move closer, but immediately felt that their soul fires were like a lonely boat trapped in a storm, constantly facing the danger of annihilation and collapse.
They reluctantly withdrew the small step they had taken, glanced at each other, and resumed their quiet, intent gazes.
