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.