The River of Oils

You step through the mirror and see a black landscape with structures like you've never seen all in black. There is a large river, slowly pushing thick boiling oil, and the air has an awful stench that could only be compared to piles of rotting mammals. When you turn around, the doorway back is gone, but a bizarre woman with very little flesh and oily black bones glares at you with terror, clutching a baby. "You walk through nothing, and your body is strange," she says. "You should leave."