Whitewater Gorge The Door of Death is made of Gold

Her body felt numb; she could barely move a limb. Everything was a blur; her mind still needed to process what happened. But all she felt was cold, cold, cold.. Her breathing was heavy, like a thousand mountains pressed on her chest.

Agana felt as the pearl draped herself around her; it felt good to feel even the slightest warmth on her ice-cold body. But her body was shaking; perhaps the cold, or the realization she could have drowned.

The beige female turned her head slightly, enough for her golden gaze to see the white female. “Next time..” she coughed, “try to be.. more careful..” the woman could barely make out words; she coughed again, and again, and again.