Horizon of Darkness

“I’ve heard of something like that,” said Joe, casting a lone eye toward the abandoned building. “Once, we spent several weeks on a small boat in the middle of the ocean. First, the food ran out, then the water. And then, in the fog, ships began to appear. Large, heavily laden vessels filled with rich goods. Fruits and vegetables, barrels of salted fish, wines of all kinds... At first, they were far away, then closer and closer. And then you’re already on board, devouring chicken and washing it down with sparkling ale. And then you wake up with a piece of your comrade’s leg in your teeth. What’s my point… the demons are just waiting for your mind to weaken, for your willpower to break. And before you know it, you’ll be dancing on the devil’s bonfire to the tune of a demonic flute.”