As you enter, you feel your movement become sluggish. Your mind wanders at the least opportunity and you feel like you’re floating. It’s almost as though your connection to and control of your body has begun to deteriorate.

It’s dark and difficult to see where you’re going. The ground beneath your feet feels and sounds like glass, and something inside you instinctively knows that you’re on a round platform. If you wander too close to the edge, you may wind up tripping on a jagged chain hooked into the glass, stretching out from the platform you’re on toward another, which is wreathed in smoky, malignant darkness.

You can dimly see two figures in the distance, fighting against an onslaught of some kind of monsters.