There is a sea in his dreams. It is a quiet harbor filled with pale mist and clear waters. Beyond the sea is another land. Beautiful and bright, green meadows and clear streams. Surely, it is a land of joy. All he needs to do is cross the sea, and then he too can live there. But when he looks back the swamp stares into him and he knows.
He takes one last lingering glance at the perfect land beyond the shores, and then turns and walks into the thick grasses. He does not turn around again, for he has chosen his path.