As he pulled himself out of the water, Johan immidieatly knew that it wasn’t right. When he first saw that the shaft lead him to above-waters, he was just happy to get away from the pressing feeling of being under that huge ice block. He had expected it to be water above this shaft aswell, like the one he came down from.
Johan looked around him. He was at a strange landscape, rocks and ice blended into something that seemed a scene from a movie. Stone, mould and sand made the ice grey at some places. It almost seemed polluted with exhaust.
The salt water from his auburn-colored hair dripped down in his eyes. He rubbed them, knowing it wouldn’t make the matter better. Swimmingfeet in hand, he walked to find the shore.
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