[As you finish writing your answer, the ground is whisked away from under your feet, and for a moment, you feel swallowed up by the darkness. It’s unpleasant but takes no more space and time than a breath, and then you are deposited on what looks like the grassy shore of a lake. There’s a woman by the water, scrubbing what looks like a blood-stained Emerald uniform. She seems to be angry and frustrated, hands rough on the material.

There are jagged metal chains hooked into the ground by her feet, their ends disappearing into the water.]