▞▞ The place you've entered now – smooth, and hot /hɑt/, so much so that you'd be convinced you'd fallen into fever if you couldn't still touch clammy-spots on skin. The thing before you neither loops nor unloops; its naivety and innocence stands in such contrast to the red and heat out in the air. "Are you happy here?" Yes, jeering as those words are pressed between a heat and heat. That sense of superiority that fills your mouth and swallows itself downward and takes presence in your gut – that's how it has to be, for now, if you're to leave with what makes 'you' intact. "Pathetic..." Like you want to see it coil downwards from your words. And it's the one that's trapped down here, you de-cide. It's not you. "You decided...", one head nods.