Somewhere within the Dead Sea, a battered ghost ship drifted silently across the endless black waters. Thick fog rose from beneath the sea, spreading across the dark surface like a living veil. Some of the mist even rolled upward from under the ship itself, wrapping around the vessel in pale layers.
From afar, the ghost ship no longer looked as though it was sailing upon water. Instead, it seemed to float above endless clouds within a dead and forgotten world.
The wooden hull creaked softly as the sea currents pushed it forward without destination.
Sitting quietly upon the deck was a pale young girl with sickly yellow skin. Her long white hair hung loosely behind her back, while her frail body appeared emaciated to an alarming extent. The skin around her arms and neck looked dry, cracked, and rotten, as though her flesh was slowly decaying while she still lived.
At times, strips of dead flesh peeled away from her body and dropped onto the wooden deck with soft wet sounds.
