Muscles were sore and strained, from him being crouched in one position for so long. He hadn't moved in ages as he was staring with rapture at the walls around him, which weren't quiet walls or at least not walls made of stone. They seemed alive, as they appeared to shift from side to side; swirling into themselves like an ethereal light. Very suspicious.
Trailing his eyes down the wall he noticed the floor he sat on was the same. He touched it and found it solid, as ground should be, and yet at the same time it seemed to dive down and away from him a different substance all together. It was black as were the walls, except it was not dark for it radiated light.
This didn't make sense, a black light, was there such a thing. He put a Red Shield around his arm and probed the dark substance again. It gave way this time under the weight of his hand rippling out like water; the ripples getting bigger and father apart, and then they stilled. For a while everything was silent, as he sat there not daring to move his hand lost in the floor. Then all of a sudden something attached itself to his hand and yanked, pulling him down to slam into the now solid floor.
And then the floor was sucking him in like quick sand, slow and deliberate, drawling him under. He surged to his feet, trying to pull free of these new bonds, but it was all around him now- a seething, lithe enemy. Throwing up a Red Shield around him, he was horrified to see the black light ripping through, swirling up around him to engulf his legs. The darkness crawled up him, pulling him down with greedy hands. There was nothing else he could do and yet the black light was steadily sucking him under, he had lost.
Shutting his eyes he told himself that this wasn't real, that it was all a dream brought about from fatigue. The sucking stopped, everything stopped, and he opened his eyes. The black light was gone, and in its place were the stone dungeon walls once more. There he sat crouched on the stone floor, muscles sore and strained.