There were two ways to move through the singing swamp: to swim or to fly. As I lacked the anatomical equipment to do the latter, I had to rely on the leaky raft purchased at the swamp's outskirts. It appeared there was no land in the swamp, all of its dry areas being plants. Several days in, I encountered both the reason for the singing swamp's name, as well as a third way to travel it, as the plethora of small animals on their backs showed: Large, birdlike creatures, whistling their haunting songs with their hollow, porous crests, each at a different tune. I wondered if they knew where to find land, as I couldn't imagine them or their personal menageries to spend their whole lifes in the swamp water, but I never found out; I didn't dare to tie the raft to one o them and they were too fast for me to follow them. As I neared the swamp's other side, I didn't personally envounter them any more, but their songs accompanied me to the point where I finally could step out of the raft onto a muddy, overgrown shore.
More of the landscape drawings, this time with more of a focus on animals.
More of the landscape drawings, this time with more of a focus on animals.
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