Oerravaexinh

I was walking around a large pond, very shallow. In it was standing a bison big enough to fill the pond, clearly dead, as it had large rotting chunks taken out of it, yet able to stand. The size was probably larger than a small bus, although I was never standing close, more looking down at it in the pond. I wondered where the matter would go when it disintegrated. It was not particularly disturbing, although there wasn't much detail, and the grass had a bland, bright, untextured quality to it.