Clear-cut glass with the clear-cut liquid swirling inside it as they push it towards her. 'Don't you want it?' they seem to ask mockingly. 'Drink it and you will be one of us' they giggle, holding the glass invitingly.

You can smell it even from where you are. It smells vile, and you know it will taste vile as well. It is poison but it will transform you. It will allow you to see into their world, to pretend that you understand them, that you are one of them. Similar to the other process of getting in, inhaling the fire and exhaling the smoke. But you are not ready for that yet, not by a long shot.

You take the glass from them, giggles all around, you stare uncertainly at the clear poison.


She downs it in one gulp. It burns her throat, it shoots right into her brain, it swishes in her stomach and threatens to overturn it. She is poisoned, she is transforming. It allows her to glimpse into their world, they nod in acknowledgement. She understands that it is childish and stupid to drink the poison just to be accepted, but she would do it again. And again and again...even though she doesn't even really like their world.