Within the sweltering jungles of Isulus, Yugam tread over the thick, blue-leaf covered floor, and beneath massive, gnarled branches and roots. Humid and hot, his thick black hair lay flat against his head, plastered there by the sweat pouring off his brow. Having shrugged off his coat, in favor of some more jungle favorable attire, the man's shirt stuck to him nonetheless, the oppressive humidity practically soaking the fabric though. But still he pressed on, following the red threads tied to his wrist, if only to see what it was that his last, foggy dream had lead him towards.
Ever since the Red Fever, since he'd killed himself trying to subdue the Kuruungar Mother, every waking moment had been haunted by barely audible whispers, and his dreams forced him to either relive those harrowing moments within the belly of the beast, waking him in a cold sweat, or been vague apparitions, shadowed by a veil of forgetfulness. Piece by piece, he'd written down what he could remember, urged on by the ceaseless whispers. And by the end of it all, when he'd recollected all he could, he'd been left with nothing but the dream addled image of a woman, armored and dressed in red, starkly contrasted by the blue leaves of the jungle surrounding her.
The same blue leaves that surrounded him now. It had been only by chance that he'd heard of the blue-leaved trees of Isulus, and at first, it had felt like only coincidence. But the red threads around his wrist, pulling him towards those Aquarian jungles told him otherwise.
