You climb up through the mirror into the dark space above. It's just as dark on the other side but as your eyes adjust you see what's blocking the light.
It's flesh.
Twisted bulging flesh, stained dark as with tattoos but with a pale whiteness showing between those whirls and bulges. You can't make out any specific body parts, and perhaps that's for the best but... you all know what flesh looks like, what it feels like.
It's warm, also, like the heat of standing in a packed crowd of people, being surrounded by this much flesh.
It forms a winding passage leading off in two opposite directions, left and right (more or less; it's hard to tell in this twisting darkness), as well as the entryway you came in by below. Of course, walking isn't exactly easy on soft, squishy flesh that you can feel give under your feet...
UP
It's flesh.
Twisted bulging flesh, stained dark as with tattoos but with a pale whiteness showing between those whirls and bulges. You can't make out any specific body parts, and perhaps that's for the best but... you all know what flesh looks like, what it feels like.
It's warm, also, like the heat of standing in a packed crowd of people, being surrounded by this much flesh.
It forms a winding passage leading off in two opposite directions, left and right (more or less; it's hard to tell in this twisting darkness), as well as the entryway you came in by below. Of course, walking isn't exactly easy on soft, squishy flesh that you can feel give under your feet...