Twisted into a thick, dark web. Hundreds of heads, their hair knotted together into a tangled funnel leading to a quiet and dark hole. The ropes of the web are matted with sticky old blood that cling to your fingers as you lower yourself down. Further and further in the din of the purple world diminishes. As the grey light faded the sounds become muffled. In the dark they disappear completely. There is space. There is peace. You rest.

The bones in your neck make clicking sounds, as the muscles around them relax and soften. Your chest expands. You arms and legs stretch out to their limit. You feel a slight cramp in your feet that eases as you bend your toes back and forth. Your eyes hang slow and heavy. You taste sleep in your mouth.

A sudden movement in the dark. A body moving beside you. You are not alone.