I grab the edges of the tree trunk and look in, taking in slow breaths of spring meadow air. There isn’t anything. It's just a black void that seems to be endless. As soon as I step foot inside expecting to lay them on something solid, it's like the ground just decided it was gonna take an afternoon stroll. It was kind of like trying to walk on water. Being in here feels like trying to read a book with nothing but blank pages, but more in a sense that I’m trying to find out what this is. For how lovely this forest is, this darkness felt bad. It feels gut-wrenching. This is very wrong, like it shouldn’t be here or something. Kind of if someone just ripped a hole in the earth in the most unnatural way possible. It's making my spine-crawl without stopping and the hair on my arms is standing up. I have severe goose-bumps everywhere. I'm sticking out like a white dot on a chalkboard. I try swimming through this void but, as far as I can tell, I’m not moving. I attempt to turn which works and my heart sinks. The entrance is gone. I gasp but can’t hear anything. I am whirling around desperately trying to find the way I came in. Tears are streaming down my face as I panic. I start shaking and suddenly I can’t breathe. This build-up of terror continues to build in my chest sending me into a panic attack, and an understandably bad one. “Im gonna die, I’m gonna die”  is playing on repeat in my head no matter how much I try to make it stop. I start screaming for help but I can’t even hear myself. This void is so draining. I’m already exhausted and I start feeling this tingling in my fingers. The tingling starts painfully spreading through my body. It feels like when your foot falls asleep and it starts feeling staticky. Suddenly the feeling gets way more intense and it starts feeling like thumbtacks are getting forced into me. I get this god-awful dread, that this pain will never stop. But it just gets worse and now It's starting to feel like I'm being stretched apart. It hurts so bad but nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. It's so empty and horrible in this awful pit. That stretching pain I talked about earlier, randomly gets worse in my arm which instinctively makes me look. It looks flattened. I look everywhere else and yelp. I look like that one guy from Who Framed Roger Rabbit who was crushed by the steam roller. When I try to scream, blackness slowly crawls over my vision.