October 8, 2010
As far as she can see is an ocean of liquid amber streaked with copper, swelling up over her knees, burning hot and thick like lava or something but not quite so deadly. She's searching for a door but there's nothing here except dark walls and gleaming amber, and the walls are smooth, cold obsidian -- there is nothing left to hold onto. It's getting away from her a bit -- it's getting out of hand, isn't it? She wishes she could break out of it entirely, but this is the only way -- to be swallowed up, and then, to survive it.