In her left hand was a page of instructions, handwritten in a language only she understood. She was moving down a hallway with a purple light seemingly emanating from every surface yet still allowing thin shadows, cast across its ceiling from objects unknown. The hallway changed as she moved down it, shuddering with every step she took. Tendrils of mist that smelled of burnt wood snaked down the hallway, curling around her body as she walked through them.
Gravity faded and her feet left the ground, and yet she still drifted along.
A pocket watch ticks, almost inaudibly.
The sphere was half a meter wide, and where its skin bubbled and receded a purple glow shone from its smoky core, the only light in that room.
Not happy with how this one turned out, but at least it’s published.