A large shape, indistinct in the gloom of a poorly lit level, swam and morphed in Elzar’s vision like a fever dream. He only knew that it was hideous, repellent, wrong. It was moving toward him—whatever it was—and everything in him recoiled. He slumped against the pod wall and lifted his arm to try to shield his eyes, but his arm was so heavy… The pod descended another level; the shape disappeared. What happened? Elzar couldn’t understand it. Where am I? What’s going on?
