Tyde's arm slips off my shoulder as the crowded surface of our statue gets tighter. People are panicking and the frantic movement is pushing people beyond the capacity of our little space.
Our group separates as a mass of people shoves one another, out of fear and anger. The mob is beginning to lose it. This is part of what I was afraid of.
"You ungrateful fucks!" I try to weasle my way back to my friends but it's no use. There's just too many of them.
I need to think of something fast. I was very close to figure it out. There's something familiar about this setup.
It feels reflective of something I've encountered countless times before. Almost like a map of our world.
The abyss below, dripping with fire like the hell hole it is supposed to represent. The sky lights emanating aurora lights similar to the oasis.
