When they say "there'll be days like this" they never say what's coming or why, not for lack of knowing but rather not wanting you to leave so soon. Not before you get to experience it and decide for yourself that sticking around is what's best for everyone. Not before you're too far gone to notice them quietly running away and closing the door behind them.
The phenomena is called the Threshold though it looks more like someone spilled pea soup and forgot to turn the gravity on first. Great clouds of floating green sludge meander about the otherwise featureless plain, not doing much to hide the multitude of feet, hooves and limbs you're better off not thinking too hard about, that meander within.
We're meant to watch it and contain it, Lord knows they've only managed it so far because the damned things get to feast on whichever newcomer slips up and it's enough to amuse everything into settling roughly where it is. We're told to blast music and cause a scene if we think it's starting to move on but one of the senior staff told me to mentally pick the weakest in our group and be prepared to push.
I never got the chance to before they left it all to us, expecting everything and nothing in the same breath. We managed maybe three days before someone got a little too drunk trying to forget what we've been seeing and walked straight in there - beer in one hand and the other raised up high.
We've been seeing his feet among all the creatures but who knows how much of him is left alive, if anything at all. The likeliest scenario is that something is wearing him like a cheap suit, waiting for curiosity or bravado to get the better of us and send us down to meet our end as well.
It didn't have to wait too long - we left to rescue him within the week.
As we passed the Threshold and the world around us began to scream.
We don't know how long we've been here but all we see if smoke and shadows.
If he's in here then he's either as lost as us or waiting for us on the other side.
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