"Ouch!"
Bumping sounds echoed twice after one had woven into the endless gentle air. Tree leaves rustled lightly in the distance. Birds chirped and organisms squinted in the distance. Seung sensed himself putting his hand on something slippery and wet that somehow made him nauseous. And the scent he was picking from the jagged, prongy and relatively wet surface was somehow pure kind mixed with another that was earthy.
'Get the hell up, Seung!' he screamed to himself, putting more focus on rising to his feet than registering his line of sight. Well, everything seemed unusually blurry or fast moving in the first place. It was likely because he was rushing or anything else.
