You open your eyes to take in your surroundings, you’re surrounded by a marshland. An easy journey wasn’t promised but you had no idea it would be this difficult. The marsh land is sticky and you could lose yourself in it. You look to the skies and it starts to drizzle, the marsh which is already swamped begins to flood making it even harder to leave, you’re halfway in to the marsh, covered to your knees in mud, trudging slowly and uncertainly. “Is this worth it?”, “Should I give up and let it swallow me?” You look to the sky for some help, for a reassurance in form of the sun but all you see are dark clouds all around and the smell of wet grass.