Meanwhile, as Mr. Valen stepped into the wall, he felt a sickening warmth assail him, the seamless darkness beyond disappearing in an instant.
The moment his feet touched the ground on the other side, the world dissolved and reformed in another instant and what lay before him was an impossible, sprawling labyrinth.
Walls of angry red, breathing flesh rose to impossible heights, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic, "Badump! Badump!" And at that moment he heard the faint voice call out again, its voice bouncing against the walls. 'Help. Me.'
The 'road' beneath his feet was a tangled mess of thick veins and bloody sinew, pulsing and pumping blood through the gaps.
The air smelled of thick, rotten blood and undercooked meat, a stench so strong that it forced its way up his nostrils and into the back of his tongue.
