Cameraman Never Dies - Chapter 220: People learn lessons, and Judge learn why they are called lessons

... drunk dancers — not that Judge had ever seen a drunk dancer up close, but if he had, he imagined this forest nailed the vibe.

The branches bent in impossible angles, and the canopy above let in streaks of iridescent light that flickered like faulty glow sticks at a rave for hallucinating moths. Some of the vines sparkled like they were dipped in glitter and then dipped again in radioactive despair.

Judge walked, and sometimes ran, Golden Eagle strapped behind him, sword at his s ...