Give me your hand if you trust me. Run away if you don't.

I don't know this stranger but I take the hand anyways winding through the morphing tunnels and blinding colors. They lead me through many until we stop almost at the edge.

If you trust me, jump. Run away If you don't. I leap taking that leap of faith into whatever lays below. Their body presses against mine, wet clingy skin like a shirt on a hot day.

The air around us howls and howls until we land on what only I could describe as putrid mud, till light comes flowing out of their hand in an orb. Another shock today but not as shocking as to what is below me. All around me a feild of white milky bones melting and moving as if they were alive.

Take a step if you trust me. Try to run if you don't.

My body freezes yet I force myself to move, running isn't option anymore. They tug me along slowly but all I feel is myself sinking,melting,decaying, as if I was smooth hot cream melting into an endless sea to be consumed. Slowly as if I am still whole I become one with the mass of bones. Slowly I decay to live another purpose as one with them.