The Farthest Shore
An Interactive Reverie by Stewart J. McAbney
Hungry, confused, desperate, you curl up in the dinghy looking out into the bleak emptiness. Too tired for questions, your mind drifts through imagination after torrid imagination as you seek a warm thought to steady your mind, a reason for optimism.
In a dinghy
Water splashes in as the wind encourages the sea to spill over the fluorescent flaps of the rapidly deflating vessel. Fog, wrapped around the sky, conceals the seascape. Nothing is here, nothing but the shadows of unseen entities, and they soon dart from sight as you turn on them.