A shadow of doubt creeps across your brain like a skitter. What if you are simply bound somewhere, you think with a shiver. And the haze was simply some sort of spiderweb. And now you are swaddled like prey, intoxicated by the sweet kiss of your own demise, and experiencing the interstitial space in between.
It is a derealizing thought, and this entity seems to be aware that you are having it. They quietly wait for you to think through it yourself. They've already told you how to leave, but if this is a liminal space on death's doorstep, would you be in a hurry to leave? You don't know what awaits you out there. In here it would be only a little death, as a treat. There is no way to actually know if a bigger one awaits outside. They don't offer you any answers, but do offer to cage up their knockers to avoid any "knocking on death's doorstep, as you say." their words end with a sort of giggle.
True to their word so far, red ropes grow out of somewhere out of view behind them. You blink away a haze over your vision and then just take a moment to study what you see... Continued in the #AltText
β h3mmy 
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