You pick some of the red berries and taste them. They are very sweet and you long for more. The bumblebees are a bit distracting, but they wisely retreat from you. After having consumed a few dozens berries you are starting to feel a little light-headed. You turn around looking for something to hold onto, but everything becomes a blur in front of your eyes. Then suddenly you see the ground rushing towards you and black out.
Vision returns and you see an unfamiliar swamp around you. You are not your usual self anymore, instead you are a girl named Amy. You share her memories and her feelings. Though this swamp is completely new to you, you are here for a purpose. You are here looking for a nice place to sink. At first you always feel a bit out of place when you are out exploring wearing nothing but your yellow bikini. Exposing that much skin in this environment would probably seem like a very foolish idea to most people, but you are well aware of the risks of insect bites, leeches, thorns, and worse. It makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, but you know it will be worth it. You would be much more worried about your safety if you were alone, but you are most certainly not. The observer is putting some effort into hiding his presence, but watching you is obviously more important to him than remaining undetected. You can hear him, whenever he moves from one cover to his next. Turning around to look at him is not necessary and would only ruin the mood. You always know where he is. So you go on with your explorations, testing every mud puddle that would show itself between the moss and leaves and bare earth. All is damp, but what little mud you find is just ankle-deep at best. Then you notice some water surfaces up ahead in the distance, betrayed by what little sunlight makes it through the leaf ceiling above. You just know it has to be there. Your instincts clearly tell you there are some deep bogs that way, and they have never lied to you about that.
With renewed enthusiasm and at a much quicker pace than before, you walk towards that area. In fact you are almost running and only when you remind yourself to stay calm and savor every moment do you slow down to your normal exploration speed. And after all you would not want to lose your follower. Judging from the noises coming from behind, he is closing in to his usual distance again. You might have caught him a little off guard by dashing off like this. Your attention returns to what lies ahead of you. The ground there looks different, mostly covered with moss and leaves, some patches of peat and farther ahead a few spots covered by water. You have never seen anything quite like it, but you know you are onto something here. You close your eyes for a moment and ponder your next move. Should you proceed carefully and probe the ground before every step or should you jump right in and see what happens.