Dalnim forced herself from her crouched position, wobbling on her numb legs before she managed to take a step, and then two. It was a slow and painful process but progress was being made. 

Using the close clusters of trees as a guide, she pressed her hand against the rough bark as she trekked in the dark. 

The soft sound of the river from her side forced her to be alert. Dalnim didn’t want another unexpected dive into the Sang. Every step she made was followed by extra caution especially since she couldn’t see too far in front of her. 

Dalnim squinted her eyes, catching the sight of the familiar glow of a gas lamp in the distance. 

Follow the light.

Ignore it.