Messman writes: "Misery loves company, but Misery also loves warning the company before they arrive."
This is not a wise mentor. Messman subverts the trope beautifully. The Walker is hollow-eyed, missing three fingers, and whispers, "Turn back. The shrine is real. That’s the problem." the pilgrimage ch2 by messman
The pilgrim has entered the "Grey Flats"—a liminal space that feels less like a physical location and more like a state of mind. The sky is described as "a sheet of pewter that forgot how to shine." There are no monsters here. There are no bandits. There is only the and the memory of warmth . Messman writes: "Misery loves company, but Misery also
There is a particular kind of silence found in the second chapter of a journey. The novelty of the departure has worn off. The destination is still a blur on the horizon. All that remains is the raw, unglamorous act of moving forward . The shrine is real