I hate this, I HATE THIS SO MUCH! The horrific odor show a resemblance of homeless beggars on the streets. Damp disgusting floor from peoples muddy boots cause a squelching noise as each step you take is similar to being in a mangrove swamp. It’s not really like you could even move around. It is possible to imagine though. I’m literally sinking in quicksand. This is no ordinary sand. It’s a sand of disgusting, grimy, sweaty arms and legs that surround you the whole long night. There is nothing to gaze upon this pitch black void. *CLINK* *CLANG*, scratches of metal grinding against gears of machinery. The snores of people bear resemblance to the Demon Dog in Hell, Cerberus in his slumber. *GRRRRRRR* LET ME OUT OF THIS ENDLESS CYCLE OF SLEEPLESS NIGHTS!
This is my Tapa cloth which five of my friends collaborated to make. Each person made their own patterns to add to our 6 slots on our tapa cloth.