The Morning Sun Rises

Caius could not help but ask, "Is that so?"

He felt like everything in this current situation was weird. He seemed to be pulled into some kind of muddy and murky pool with no way out. Everything around him—in front of his eyes, at the back of his head, on the left of his hand, on the right of his hand, on the top of his head, and at the bottom of his feet—was dark. He could not seem to find a way to swim out of such a predicament, and he could also not escape from this same pool.

Caius felt like he was somehow stuck in it without his knowledge, and he had not yet found a way to go out since his limbs could not even move. Maybe his limbs were entangled by aquatic plants before he even knew about their existence.

Everything around him was dark, sticky, and uncomfortable.

Everything around him was foul and unpleasant.

It was as if there were only death, dread, and doom coming from all directions around him.