Sylvette was dreaming, and for the second time that day found herself in the dark. However, this time it was warm, cozy almost. She looked around. She couldn't see anything around her, but she could see herself clearly. She was naked, but this was nothing concerning, and she felt as comfortable as she ever did normally. She was uninjured, though she thought nothing of this either, not having yet recognized herself as being in a dream. She began to walk, feeling compelled towards something, though what it was she had no idea. there was a sense of urgency in the back of her mind that she was only barely able to register.<br/><br/>At first she had thought that wherever she was was characterized only by darkness and silence, but as she looked around, she noticed that that wasn't true. Off in the distance, she had no idea of telling how far, she could see a light. She began to walk towards it, but she had no concept of how much distance was being covered or how much time was passing. Eventually she could make out a shape. It was a ring of lights around a black center. The lights were bright but did not illuminate anything. She began to get nervous, something about it unsettled her, and she turned around to see if there was anywhere else to go. When she turned back towards the thing, she fell down and let out a scream. It was inches in front of her face, and had she taken a step forward she would have walked through it. There seemed to be a sound coming from it, but when she tried to identify it she couldn't tell if it was coming from the thing or her head. It was a persistent whine, getting steadily louder. She stared at the ring of lights, the center seemed somehow darker than the pitch black all around her, so dark she felt she could see colors within it. She slowly began to move her hand towards the center, her mind screaming at her to stop. 'Don'ttouchitdon'tdouchit!' she thought, panicking. Her hand passed through whatever the thing was, and she couldn't see it anymore. The pressure was crushing, and though she struggled, the thing wouldn't give at all. It was as though her hand was encased in concrete. She fell to her knees, trying in vain to free herself. Whatever had her was now pulling her in, and as she was pulled through her mind went blank.