Through the Rip (Group 2)

[It’s like stepping into a whirlpool of warm water, this sensation of movement all around you, pulling at your skin, spinning you about, a riot of color and senseless sound exploding on all sides, directionless. The temperature drops rapidly to a stinging cold, and the squirm of colors darkens, growing bruise-like and sinister. But this all happens in less than the space of a breath, and it’s over, and you’re through. . .]

Through the Rip (Group 3)

[It’s like stepping into a whirlpool of warm water, this sensation of movement all around you, pulling at your skin, spinning you about, a riot of color and senseless sound exploding on all sides, directionless. The temperature drops rapidly to a stinging cold, and the squirm of colors darkens, growing bruise-like and sinister. But this all happens in less than the space of a breath, and it’s over, and you’re through. . .]