The Sea of Spoiled Milk

Ru sat on a rock amidst a sea of nightmares, observing the shifting tar-black waters. The color of the sea gradually lightened, turning a sickly white. The sour, filthy hue, like spoiled milk, made his stomach churn.

He closed his eyes to avoid seeing it and pinched his nose to block out the stench, but it was no use. The splashing waves of that putrid whiteness wet the rock, making the ground slippery, as if trying to wash him away.

He asked himself, "What the hell are you doing?"

As he gagged, the question reverberated and intensified in his thoughts.

"Pull yourself together, you idiot!" The words struck his skull like a stake.

"I'm too strong to be defeated by some cheap magic!"

Suddenly, nauseated Ru and the ocean of spoiled milk surrounding him were torn in the center like a piece of paper.

"I refuse," Ru stated as he carved out a new space for himself in his mind.

And then he walked towards the center of the gray area that opened up.