You stand at the edge of the bubble, memories of the past behind you. You touch the clear surface. Strings stretch out from your hand, visible only as they touch the void. Of the strings that could be seen, all but three are limp. Three red, taunt strings stretch in front of you, heading farther than you can see. You step off the edge. For a moment, your hand goes through the bubble that catches you, just long enough to grab the strings and tug. The motion pulls you toward the strings' source, dragging you out of the bubble. As you're pulled through the void, you look back.
A tentacle reaches the bubble you escape from, and pops it. Behind it is another, a taunt fuchsia string coming from it. Desperately, you grab it, and pull. A tentacle wraps around the bubble, and you tug at the string again. The bubble pops, and the fuchsia string goes limp.