A sudden ka-chunk, and the elevator shudders again.
descend lower, descend only
And still continues its inexorable descent.
into the world of perpetual solitude
The voice from above drifts through the intercom -- and yet perhaps not through the intercom, or through anything mechanical -- and sinks into her, permeating the crevices of back corners and the miniscule, thread-like cracks in the twisting corridors of Kaylee's memory, mind, heart, soul....
world not world, but that which is not world
'Deeper. Go...deeper.'
internal darkness, deprivation