A ship sails on murky water towards a large, dark sea cave with gnarled roots hanging over its entrance in a misty, swampy landscape.
The ship glides slowly along the murky coastline, sails slack in the humid summer air. As the vessel rounds the northeastern tip of the swampland promontory, a dark maw emerges from the craggy shoreâa sea cave, fifteen feet wide and six feet high, its mouth yawning just above the tide. Gnarled roots hang like skeletal fingers over the entrance, and brackish water laps at the rocks with a rhythmic slurp. A strange, bitter wind seeps from within, carrying the scent of rot and secrets long buried. Crewmen fall silent, eyes fixed on the cave, as if itâs waiting to swallow them whole. See more
