As the hazy light filtered the air, I took a nice breath. The cozy aesthetic made me shiver. The air was ever so light it felt like I was going through a cloud. I paddle again, wooshing through the air. The water looked like crystals, dazzling so bright. The fog was quite thick but it was still nice. A strong wind comes and my hat hovers in the sky but comes back to me. It was a bit strange but soon I forget about it. I touch the water with my finger. It's a nice temperature and a bit foamy. Soon I got to this place with a bunch of moss. The fog gets a bit thicker. Not too thick, I was still able to see stuff from a distance. Another gush of wind flows in the air, making some of the dead leaves float. I love to feel the nice flow of the air, it’s makes me calm and cool. I sigh, it’s so beautiful here! The more I go the less trees I see and the fog gets thicker, But I still keep going. What could happen to me? It’s a nice swamp with nothing could harm me. Suddenly the sun fades away like in a second it was here just a minute ago. Was it because of the thick fog or did something happen? I paddle beside a moss chunk, there was a nice baby blue flower. I picked it up, smelling it. It smelled new and sweet. I gracefully place it down beside me and continue floating in the nice water.