Michelle

M I C H E L L E

Bogs. Mangroves. An island floats in the middle of the nothingness, shrouded in thick, curling smog from an unknown source. 

The Natives are all savage beasts: deer afraid of their own reflections, hallucinogenic rabbits, mice that hide as wolves in the wood. The Colonists, brought from a world ripped to shreds by distrust, were dipped in the silvery barrier within the Dark World. Their humanity has been lost, and slowly, their souls will be as well

Humans are now allowed in Michelle.

No one should have been allowed in Michelle.