Wading Through the Miasma of The Ancient Smaze

The Ancient Smaze that had been the miasma of so many in Our realm, enshrouded everything in Its dominion. None in Its path was spared Its muddle. But I was restless, and had cultivated survival techniques to walk deliberately, through the dread and gloom of Its obscurity.

At times, I would stop and feel for the outstretched tentacles of nearby dead trees to reorient My physical and spiritual bearing. A cluster of timbered sherpa corpses helped Me along the path toward My next destination, and I never wavered in deliberateness of step.