The cool, green waters wrapping your skin in a quenching aqua blanket.

Hurricanes of aquatic life spinning around you, sulver scales shimmering, tiny tadpoles with their mini tales wriggling with life!

Imagine it!

So refreshing after being gutted by a guy's foot in the face..

A large field of sea grass, lime green weeds dancing and swaying as if being blown by the wind, vines growing upside-down, sprouting up from the muddy floor—so much he could've learn, so much to observe and study beneath the swamp waters.

If only he could write under water, he would've been scribbling heaps of inky letters into hid journal (that he definitely still had with him).

He felt so heavy. Like a millstone was tied to his body, pulling him down.

Why? Why was there so much pressure?

He felt his bare being being squeezed downwards like a thousand people were stepping on him, trying to squash him.

And the water was so...deep. Too deep for a lake. More like an aquatic desert. But in a jungle? Couldn't be.

But that all went flying out the window when he saw it. Twisting and contorting.

What would you think?

Solomon didn't know what to think. You wouldn't either, surely. No one would! At the bottom of a swamp lake? A mere Marsh?

A black hole.

The black hole swirled mightily at the bottom of the green water...but there was something else...

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If this powerful black ball was pulling him in...why wasn't anything else being pulled in?

Not the hordes of fish, not the overgrown seaweeds, not even the water.

Just him.

Being the completely sane person he was, Solomon thought there would be nothing more blissful in that moment than swimming towards the twisting black abyss, staring straight into the inky blackness as it sucked him in.

But there was more.

It wasn't just his him down there. He could feel it. Someone else's presence...

No. More than someONE—

BURSTUNG out the blackness, a thousand black shadowy hands gripped his arms and legs and roped him into a veil of warped shadows.

Disgusting wails gurgled throughout the water as if drowned by bubbling mud; screams that reaked of hatred. Pain. Envy.

Greed.

Suffocating under the weight of all the alien pressure.

In the darkness, millions of eyes fluttered open as if waking up from slumber, an ocean of irises glowing with an otherworldly, ghastly turquoise; like twinkling teal stars in the pitch black sky.

A nightmare.

Solomon was...breathless.

No, seriously.

He was suffocating. He'd been on a few underwater expeditions...but his lungs–his very body was being wrung dry of oxygen like a towel.

You know when someone's covering your head with a thick blanket and there's zero air?

Exactly.

Solomon kicked flippantly, back in the direction he came. But nothing! He couldn't move! Millions, BILLIONS of atrocious, cursed hands latched onto him.

Scrounging for his very soul, SHRIEKS ECHOING IN HIS EARS!

"Is all that treasure not enough for you? How greedy!"

"He even wants to leave here with his life-How greedy!"

"You've lived long enough, get in here with us! It's a full on party in here! Oh...and HOW GREEDY!"

Then something GIGANTIC winked at him with its globe-sized eyes and SWALLOWED him whole.