JDH

In a second, the world turned upside down. With a deafening crash, as if spat out by an invisible force, Harris flew out of the shimmering portal, crashing onto the dusty floor of a dark basement. His body ached, his head buzzed, as if a swarm of disturbed bees was beating inside him. Lying flat on the cold, damp-smelling floor, he frantically clung to the slipping scraps of consciousness, trying to piece together the fragments of what had happened and understand where the hell he was. Through a veil of pain and disorientation, Harris struggled to a sitting position. His fingers trembled as they rested on the bridge of his nose, where his unfailing black glasses with their bold orange frames sat tightly, like the only constant in this chaos. Finally, a deep breath helped disperse the remaining fog in his head. Harris rose to his feet, shaking invisible dust from his immaculate snow-white robes - a symbol of his order and neatness. Adjusting his glasses, which now seemed heavier than usual, he slowly looked around. And then his gaze caught on the ominously pulsating machine - the very portal from which he had just been thrown. A heavy sigh escaped from his chest, and Harris threw his head back, placing a palm to his forehead. "Well, damn it..." he muttered through clenched teeth, the words hanging in the musty air. Then, gathering the last of his composure, he slowly turned around, beginning a methodical search of the dimly lit basement.

In a second, the world turned upside down. With a deafening crash, as if spat out by an invisible force, Harris flew out of the shimmering portal, crashing onto the dusty floor of a dark basement. His body ached, his head buzzed, as if a swarm of disturbed bees was beating inside him. Lying flat on the cold, damp-smelling floor, he frantically clung to the slipping scraps of consciousness, trying to piece together the fragments of what had happened and understand where the hell he was. Through a veil of pain and disorientation, Harris struggled to a sitting position. His fingers trembled as they rested on the bridge of his nose, where his unfailing black glasses with their bold orange frames sat tightly, like the only constant in this chaos. Finally, a deep breath helped disperse the remaining fog in his head. Harris rose to his feet, shaking invisible dust from his immaculate snow-white robes - a symbol of his order and neatness. Adjusting his glasses, which now seemed heavier than usual, he slowly looked around. And then his gaze caught on the ominously pulsating machine - the very portal from which he had just been thrown. A heavy sigh escaped from his chest, and Harris threw his head back, placing a palm to his forehead. "Well, damn it..." he muttered through clenched teeth, the words hanging in the musty air. Then, gathering the last of his composure, he slowly turned around, beginning a methodical search of the dimly lit basement.