Magda Mauve wakes with a start in her edenic humanoid nudity, to find her frail skiff on fire, spotlight on perhaps a mysterious portal, & ominous tailfins in the surrounding water. In the sudden excitement of her predicament, she finger-swirls her sex, savoring its honeyed wetness, as she wonders if she'll topple over to be gourmet shark cuisine, or a Joan of Arc sudden pyre bride. But there's still the sim-stony circle, beginning to exert a subtle pull. . .as she dizzily orgasms, perilously near to toppling into shark drink, a powerful vortex sucks her through the stony portal & beyond, perhaps to long-lost interdimensional point of origin.