As soon as she threw the die, the room came to life, as if everything had been waiting for that one moment. The walls shimmered, like water when a small rock is tossed in, and different colored lights flickered along the air with a life of their own. Everything pulsed in time with the die hitting the floor, the simple wooded cube pouring power with each strike.<br/><br/>And as it finally rolled to a stop, the entire room shivered, the floor beginning to melt, becoming to be more liquid then solid. Soft tendrils of what looked to be nothing more than shadow rose up and wrapped around her legs and arms, pulling her down, down into the darkness. Her memory was invaded, wiped so that she wouldn't remember her time there. Perhaps she could feel it, the shifting inside her head as it was cleaned, but even if she did it didn't matter, for the liquid flooded into her lungs and expanded. It wouldn't feel as if she were drowning, though. It would feel so much worse, as if her lungs were inflating far past the point they were meant to be filled.<br/><br/>And then it was over, the darkness swirling in on her, making her sleep.<br/><br/>She would awaken in a large building, the rooms painted a bright and colorful yellow. Men and women were running about, soap and washrags in hand. Built into the ground were holes filled with heated, bubbly water, and each one was occupied by someone. People chatted, relaxed, even fell asleep in the steamy water.