Authors Note: This has been an idea I've had stewing for a while and decided to finally put to words. NEVER FEAR! more chapters and stories are one the way!

I was out fishing on a small Canoe in quiet comfort.

My family and I had come to the island of Mauritius for a much needed holiday after Coronavirus had delayed our trip last year. The island was recommended to us by some friends and since arriving I had yet to find anything I disliked about the island, it was a tropical paradise. White beaches, clear blue ocean, and warm air were exactly what I needed and I was making the most out of it at the moment.

I had rented a small canoe from the hotel and along with some fishing gear I made my way out from shore. I didn't go far, just far enough from the beach that waves stopped forming.

I had been out here now for the better part of an hour and had managed to snag 3 trigger fish from the reef below with my rod, but I couldn't eat them. Since they were protected I could admire and take pictures of them.

It was as I was putting the last of the 3 fish back into the water that I noticed a glimmer out of the corner of my eye, looking closer in idle curiosity I realized that it wasn't a fish as I had initially thought but a piece of driftwood with some reflective material attached.

Assuming that it was litter I reeled my line in and rowed my way over to it. Getting closer I managed to ascertain more about the driftwood, it looked like a plank of wood that was bent into a u shape, on one end a nail was partially embedded into the wood, the reflective material that first caught my eye.

Pulling the canoe up beside the driftwood I reached down to pick it up.

As my hand made contact with the wood, things started to get weird. The wood felt like it was vibrating and after attempting to let go, I found that the wood was now stuck to my hand.

Quickly bringing the driftwood into the boat I used my other hand to steady the plank while I tried pulling my other hand off the area I assumed had some adhesive applied to it. Now both my hands were stuck.

Cursing my panicked and ill thought out action, I positioned my foot onto the plank between where my hands were, if it got stuck I could simply pull my foot from my flip flop.

While desperately tugging at the piece of driftwood I idly noticed that in my state of panic I had forgotten about the vibration of the wood itself, the vibration that was increasing in strength and was beginning to vibrate through the boat.

"Uuuuuuuh"

Stunned in shock I could only watch while the vibrations continued to increase in strength and before I could get my wits about me, the boat, myself, and the cursed piece of driftwood that started this mess, disappeared leaving only a crack of displaced air.

I had never taken any form of recreational drug in my life, but from what some of my friends had told me, what I was going through presently was quite close to taking some LSD. I felt like I was falling and all around me a swirling mass of brightly coloured light rocketed past me in the most violent rainbow I could imagine.

My thoughts were a mess, I was spinning so fast all I could really focus on was my growing apprehension that something was about to happen.

And then something did.

My rapid descent toward the endless swirling abyss of colour was rattled by what felt like an impact with an invisible floor, and then I punched through and started falling again.

My screaming had long since been drowned out by the cosmic rapids I was falling through. My apprehension grew before I once again felt the boat and myself slam into an invisible floor and once again punch through.

Noticing that my apprehension was rising for a third time, I tightly gripped the side of the canoe that was somehow still intact and resolved myself to what I assumed was many more invisible floors to crash through. And crash through those floors I did, I did it a lot. By what must have been the thirtieth invisible barrier I stopped bothering to count.

After many, many, more floors I realized that my descent felt like it was slowing, the constant barriers buffering my fall, but only slightly.

After a time I couldn't identify as minutes or hours went by, I felt that my descent was once again slowed to a lesser form of what it once was.

This happened many more times before I felt that my speed had been reduced from what must have been incalculably fast to a more realistic hypersonic.

At these lessened speeds I could also see that once were invisible barriers that I crashed through were actually not so. The barriers ranged wildly from each other, some were a mix of brown, some an angry red.

Additionally after crashing through even more floors, I noticed that they each felt different, in addition to the sudden jarring sensation of sudden speed losses some of the barriers felt...cold? Even more so some felt fiery hot.

Lost in my thoughts about what that could mean I was taken off guard when the barrier I broke through was more violent than the others. Most simply bent then dissipated when I crashed through them.

This one tore.

I watched in horrified wonder as this speckled blue barrier ripped and tore at the seams as my boat punched through it. This one lasted a while, I slowly ripped through the barrier for what must have been but a few seconds before once again falling through the void, but that was long enough for things to fall through the tears.

I could only stare in frozen terror as water gushed from the tears in the barrier, the water brought with it bits of what I could only assume was wood a debris that crashed around and in my boat. Lastly I watched as a large bulk of wood fell through the tears that were now much higher than I as my boat had continually stretched the barrier.

The mass slammed in front of my feet before I once again felt the now familiar sensation of falling at high speeds.

Bracing myself for more weird effects as my boat slammed into another barrier, I was surprised when I simply punched through it not unlike the other barriers I had broken through, it seemed that the previous barrier was the exception.

Finally after another lengthy amount of time I couldn't accurately measure, my boat tore through a barrier that once again began to tear and slow my descent considerably.

This time was different however, I could only watch in a shocked stupor as tears in the barrier formed in front of the boat instead of around, then the tears in front got bigger and started to pull the boat into them.

Once again I could only hold on for dear life as my boat and myself by proxy were pulled from the writhing mass of rainbow terror and above what appeared to be a body of water.

The 'above' part was what had me screaming.

"AHHHHH!"

Hitting the water with enough force to remind me of the rainbow abyss, I collapsed in the canoe. I had spent an indeterminate amount of time falling through a vortex of weird phenomena and it had drained me physically and mentally, my throat felt raw from all the screaming and the entirety of my body was aching like nobody's business.

It was to the gentle lapping of waves on a shore and the calls of seagulls that lulled me to sleep in that boat, beaten and exhausted but alive.