He opened his eyes into a world that looked completely inverted; there was a dull sheen over every object within it, himself included. Ariel had to bite his lip to stay silent, practically vibrating with nerves, unlike Petit. What was this place? He felt like an interloper, an outsider. The sounds were eerie, like the rumbles of Mount Vesuvius.
He stayed quiet, but he did find Petit's hand and grip it tightly. Somehow, Ariel just knew, it would be so easy to lose himself in here if he wasn't bolted to the ground.