As you continue falling, something odd happens; you start to slow down. There's no feeling of slowing, no tug of deceleration, but you can tell from the walls that you are starting to fall at a quickly diminishing rate. The engravings have swollen in size to the point that single compounds are encircling the entire wall. Below is a white haze, almost like a cloud layer. It feels like you're not falling towards it, but rather that you're floating and being draw in towards the slowly flowing layer of light and haze. You pass through it, feeling a strange sensation of electrical discharge crackling across your skin. It doesn't hurt but your hair stands on end and your skin tingles.
Beyond the hazy wall is something the size of a small planet or moon. It's pure white, albino pale, and highly convoluted, ridged like the surface of a brain. You feel something wash over you, a dozen sensations and instinctual inklings; revulsion of staring at an excised organ, awe, vertigo, terror of being in the presence of something extremely dangerous to you like standing on the edge of a cliff or having a knife pressed to your throat, eyes drying out, shortness of breath, nerves tingling, the feeling of being watched, sensations of both familiar and utterly alien. You feel both like it is assuredly dead, and yet like it is keenly aware of your existence.
You are hovering now, somewhere between the inner surface of this chamber that holds the...thing...and the thing itself. The thing is hovering as well, floating there. There's something near you that is very much out of place. It looks like a large human structure, a sort of metal barnacle clinging to the wall with handrail trails snaking out away from it in all directions, to allow easier movement in this strange semi-spacelike environment.
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Topic: Deep Infirmary: The boning begins again (Read 53304 times)