Direction

You reach out into the darkness, you feel it pressing against your palms. You bring your hands together, forcing the shadows together. You squeeze and squeeze, pressing them tighter and tighter. Gradually, you notice the shadows are feeling very heavy in your hands, they've taken on an odd texture, almost metallic? Suddenly the room is filled with noise and light and fire. You feel more than hear the thunderous crack that rips up the side of the tower, splitting it in two. And then everything is silent. An eerie calm settles around you and a bright white light obscures your vision. For a moment you feel as though you are floating, and then you drop. Your fall with a certain terminal momentum. It's the kind of fall where you can't see your destination, but you know it is there, waiting down below. It will not have to wait long.

You land in a thick sucking mud. It pulls at you, trying to drag you into its depths but whenever it touches your skin it dries and crumbles. You stand, a patch of cracked red mud solidifies underneath your feet. You feel different somehow, like nothing is quite real. It certainly feels real, but it's like being in a dream, something is off but you just can't place it.

The sky is bright white. Light shines down around you, but from where you stand you cannot see its source. All around you the mud grumbles hungrily, thick bubbles rise to its surface and pop with dull splats. As you look around you see there is a whole plain of the stuff, it stretches off into the horizon as far as the eye can see. You notice strange objects poking out of the surface, sinking slowly in the ooze. It takes you a few moments to realize they are human limbs.