Darkness. Everything around disappeared. You don't know if your eyes are open or not. No wind, no smell, no sound.
As if you don't exist. You float in the air, but remain on the ground.
There's a cast iron chain on your chest, making you choke, and your heart beat faster with each breath. You could hear it in this pitch-black silence. Blood was flowing through your veins.
Your head was unfolding into orange slices. There was only blackness in front of you, and it seemed to be crawling somewhere, dragging you along with it.
Your body was going where your head was spinning. The carcass was rolling from side to side as if in a drunken delirium, ready to fall and spread out on the ice.
The ground under your feet seemed like the deck of a ship caught in a storm. The wild water was pulling you to the bottom.
A thin beam appeared before your face, but it couldn't illuminate anything here. The light flowed out like a stream of water through a hole in the side, creating a crack that burned like the sun.
Every step toward the fire was pressed into the ground. Quicksand flowed around, merging with the shadow.
Staggering from dizziness and weakness, the body swam toward the glowing water.
The eyes looked, blinded by the beam. The eyes looked, hoping to make out the other side in the hope of an exit, an end.