Looking North

On a red sun, a person was lying in an endless swamp. Apart from the reeds fluttering in the wind, there was the sound of waves lapping at the shore. Of course, there is also the clearly audible savage whine. Your back is cold, and the wind carries a sound like a howl, stinging your brain and the wounds under your cold armor, but you don't remember anything. What would you like to write at this time? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.