Mangroves

Like spiderwebs the branches tangle overhead, the only light peeking through the thick bramble are slivers of a winter sun. Water covers most of this area, it reaches about your ankles but you find yourself sinking into the swamp mud anyway. And ​​_thump_​​ just like that, one step forward and you find yourself plunged in to the darkness, blood rushing in your ears as water surrounds you. There's no telling which areas are shallow and which lead into a suffocating abyss.The sour stench of swamp water follows you everywhere you go and the thin branches seem to catch the threads of your garments almost on purpose. Perhaps there is no escaping the mangroves once they have you in their grasp.