User blog:Stormlilly/e6m1

 You struggle. You lash out, strike against the wall, press up against the ceiling as it bears down on you, try to pull your legs and your waist out from under the omnipresent, flushed-red goop surrounding you, encasing you, filling your nostrils – but nothing does anything, and soon all you are aware of us is yourself, pulsating and stretching over the estate as you feel a sense of calm drift over you.