It was dark, sticky, my face felt like it was burning but just tiny cuts..nothing too serious. I felt somewhere between asleep.and..awake. The straws were pipelike and surrounded the body. The nymp dragged my half asleep body. She didn't use me as fertilizer which I was grateful for. I hated waking up in new bodies trying to find my way home or some semblance of it. "Mdmd" I said.
"Shh Kid, you mustn't began to wake we barely reached the surface of my world." she laughed at this. Nymphs were supposed to be ethereal kind maybe a book shouldn't be judged by his cover, my first few chronicles should be proof of that. She is trying to unwrap me we will have to discuss later.
