Felltree Marsh Thalassa

Hoping for a @Hypnos but all welcome!

Panacea was knee-deep in the marsh when he began to feel very strange. He attributed it to the wetland; to the weather; to weeks of loneliness and depression-induced malnutrition. The significance of it was wholly lost on him.

Rather than acknowledge it, he continued his trudge through the mud and snow. On to the coast, and from there — he didn't know. Maybe he would stake a claim of his own. A lonely claim, most likely, but it would be something to call his. It wasn't like he had anything else.