Down the flower's hole she went; Kore shook, tears rushing down her cheeks, as the images rushed back into her mind. The instant her lean fingers grasped and tugged on the flora's stem, a metallic taste invaded her mouth, stunning her mute.
Her vision turned black. As her body began to collapse into the unknown, time seemed to slow. Kore's senses revolved around everything. . . and yet nothing. The Darkness around her became comforting. Enveloping itself around her lean body like a silken cloth. Behind her closed eyelids, Kore visioned a large pale hand wrapping itself in hers. The image blurred into darkness, but Kore could feel traces of a cold touch lingering on her right hand. Her heart beat against her ribcage like lethal animal.
Again, behind her eyelids, an image was revealed; this time, she saw her mother weeping on the barren ground. Shards of fear bayoneted Kore's heart. What would cause Mother to-Kore could feel the tears pouring down her cheeks before her throat choked out a sound.
The vision shifted to Kore's hand, which held blood red. . .
The image blurred out before she could name exactly what had happened, and again, the goddess was welcomed with darkness.