You find yourself surrounded by barren, black rock, formed into a bridge that seems to endlessly stretch into a smothering mist hanging low over your body. The air here is unnaturally still- not even the whisper of a breeze seems to be permitted to dance through.
A familiarly harsh, sickly iron scent crosses your nose, mixed with the unmistakable reek of decay. Suddenly. you feel viscerally uneasy- panic seems to press in from all sides, your flesh until it practically crushes your bones. Should you truly tempt the darkness and take something from such a horrific place?