Soon, nighttime came and endless dark sea came gushing back with unstoppable momentum!
"Where the hell does it even come from."
Dean muttered under his breath, another question among the countless sets that clung heavily to the wall of his mind.
Sighing lightly.
He removed the thoughts off his mind.
Staring at the sky- the litless dark sky above and the endless dark sea below.
'How...nostalgic.'
Whoever created this land must have truly taken their time to create some nasty wonders on it, huh?
He grimaced.
It wasn't like he could do anything about it anyway.
He already found himself in the cursed and wretched land. And apart from cursing the bastard of a being or perhaps- beings that turned this land to what it's.
He could only try to survive.
Try to live.
Try to breath.
He could only try to see the next day, and,
The day after that, and then, the day after that.
...And he would.
