She couldn't see. Everywhere she turned was shrouded in a strange sort of darkness. It was thick and impenetrable, like a solid brick wall erected on all sides, cutting her off from everything beyond. The air felt dense, as though she had been submerged in ink. Disoriented and afraid, she scrambled blindly on her hands and knees across the dirt-caked ground, grasping at nothing. After a moment that felt like eternity, she forced herself to rise to her feet, her legs trembling under the weight of her fear.
Terror swelled in her chest like a thick, viscous liquid. It crept up her throat, filling her lungs and making the simple act of drawing breath feel impossible. She wheezed as if drowning, each gasp sounding louder than the last in the heavy silence. She squinted down but could barely make out the outline of her own limbs. Forward, or backward, she had no sense of direction.
