You walk quickly, kicking up little drops of mud every time you move. Your lower extremities are brown, with damp, dirty layers reaching almost halfway down your pants.

The strange trees that seem to be made of thick, dark glass become sparser as you advance, leaving large swaths of exposed, increasingly dry ground.

There is an eerie silence in the air, no birds singing, no rustling, not even the sound of the wind. Not a leaf moves, and in a way it is almost more disturbing than being in the territory of the shadow-snakes. If there are no small animals, there might be large ones lurking somewhere.

You emerge from the swamp into open ground, dotted with what appear to be tiny, thorny grasses, and you have to be careful not to step on them lest you get pricked. They almost seem to be made of metal. You wish you had shoes with you.

When you look down, your feet reflecting the ambient light seem greenish. Strange place, strange light, right? But the further you walk, the more the mud peels off your skin, and you realize that it is your skin that is greenish and dimly luminous.

What is happening to you? It feels like a dream again. You look at your own hands, they are easy to analyze up close, and you see them shining. It is as if they were covered in phosphorescent paint, and the low ambient light conditions make this visible. You try not to pay too much attention to it. You have to find a way to get away from there. You are faced with three choices:

a) You continue walking at a brisk pace, knowing that sooner or later you will find signs of civilization.

b) You start calling for help at the top of your lungs, hoping that someone will come (and explain to you why you are phosphorescent)