The silver swirling all about him coalesces into a tight, glinty circle around his wrist. The water changes, becoming lighter, airier. He can breath again! Maybe, somehow, he won’t drown in these murky Desert Reservoir #3 waters beneath the Book Cliffs he was thrown off of with severely slit throat and seemingly 0% chance of survival just minutes before — not just yet anyway. Walking again, yes, but still at the bottom. In response to this, the band starts pulling him up through the water toward the land of the living, upwards upwards. 4% 16% 64%… suddenly 100% chance he’ll make it, a pendulum swing of unfathomable proportions.
Then he’s back at the top as if nothing had happened, daydreaming, wondering what to eat for breakfast. Lunch? Maybe both in one. Whaddaya call that? Lukfast, that’s it. Just as improbable.
Soon an old beggar he gives money to in a nearby village hands him an old wooden key as a reward. And this is where we came in…
Sunklands 