A spiral, a whirlpool. As as you swirl nearer and nearer the center, your senses become disoriented. You cannot pick out the pieces of the landscape around you to give you your bearings. Perspective fractures, and logical connections go with it. Fear, doubt, rage swirl into your disintegrating self, becoming part of you as you become part of them.
Vaguely, you sense there are others around the whirlpool, calling to you…but you cannot see them. A hand may flash by as you’re whipped around, but it is gone too quickly to catch. Your struggle has only made its current stronger.
You take a deep breath…and allow yourself to go under. What will you find on the other side, you wonder?
You decide: You’re no longer afraid to find out.