The Swamp of Sadness – from The Never Ending Story
There is a place where light forgets its name, where breath grows heavy in the ribs, and even the sky seems to grieve a slow, suffocating hush that seeps into bone. I found it once as a child, through tear-blurred eyes and trembling hands watched as the swamp opened its mouth and swallowed something pure. Artax. Not with teeth, nor claw, but with a sorrow so vast it hollowed him from the inside out. He sank not because the mud was strong, but because hope had grown too quiet to […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/09/the-swamp-of-sadness-from-the-never-ending-story/










