Dreams of the Amazon: A Travels With Jack Adventure

They look like a flying beak with wings and a little tail.

A city that hovers in the air, alien, not of this earth, pale, white, like the mist.

She's stepping in. She's sinking, very slowly, her waist, her neck, her hair, floating, now that's gone...all gone.

Hmm, these shadows have very unappealing shapes. I hope there are no hungry soul snatchers in here.