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Everything is soft and dark and welcoming.
Vanya f l o a t s.
Then a horrible pressure lands on her left cheek and slides along the cheekbone, drags across her skin, sticks to her skin and pulls at it, rips it off, the pain is terrible, it’s like skin is being torn off her skull-
She screams.
No sound comes out.
Then jostling. Everything begins to shift and slide back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. Vanya can feel herself sliding towards the edge of some forbidden precipice. She scrambles for purchase but she’s gone, slipped over the edge, falling endlessly into the deep, black, black, black, black, black, black, nothing.