The woman gradually drifted back to the world of the waking, slowly cracking her eyes open only to be greeted with darkness. Blinking a few times, and taking a deep breath of of stale air her mind began to become aware of her surroundings. The darkness was pressing down on her, the air starving her longs of oxygen, it sparked a sense of panic within her. It was not an explosion of fear that gripped her heart but a sense of looming dread. Wordless questions raced through her mind. 

As dread pressed down on her like a crushing weight the young woman slowly moved her hand, touching the confines of the space she found herself in. As her pulse rate rose steadily her fingers too, crept slowly up the sides of the chamber until her nails scratched the ceiling of the space. It was at this moment the foreboding sense she felt became too much and the woman slammed her palms against the surface, pushing against it, trying to force it open. 

Mere moments after the woman's hands pressed against the surface a hiss sounded in her ear and a crack of like appeared, quickly expanding, forcing her eyes tightly shut. She lay there for a moment, eyes closed against the light, relief flooding into her being as she filled her lungs with clean air. Eventually she opened her eyes again, this time blinking to adjust to the light, and gripped the edges of the box, pulling herself to a sitting position where she could survey the land. Her eyes were instantly drawn the the magnificent edifice that stood towering above the land, searching for the apex that seemed to pierce the heavens. It took a few moments but the woman finally managed to wrench here eyes away from the monolith and look around her. There were four other boxes floating in the water, four other lost souls with them. Raising up to a standing position she cleared her throat, attempting to attract the attention of the others, her mind drawing a blank for any other sound to make.