The ground here is more muck than dirt. Each step becomes a test of mind and body. Thick trees with massive trunks have given way to slick, ropy tendrils that hang and tug at you as you push them aside. Pressing on, you probe each footfall to make sure there is something to support you, not just brown and gray sludge that could engulf you. Through the vines, you can see the waterlogged bog extends far into the hanging mist with no end in sight.

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