It had only been mere minutes before her eyes widened again. But this time, she found herself underwater, fighting to breathe as she inhaled the cold liquid and choked beneath the waves. She closed her eyes again, and the deep pool had shortened, now beneath water only as high as her ankles. She lifted herself from the wetness, looking around bewildered as her throat burned from the inhalation of unwelcome water. The room was opened to a blood red sky, casting the lights against the lapping waters and reflecting itself into a crimson haze. Her hair was soaked, her silk dress dripping in the moonlight and pasted against her skin. She stared ahead, columns looming holding the last of the earth above her until she couldn’t see the ends of the skies any longer. As she continued along, her bare feet sloshing against the watery grounds, she came across a strange statue, no taller than her knees. She knelt to peer at the carvings; it was a raven, grey from the stones that created it. It’s wings were spread, beak opened in mid-caw.
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