Sink to the bottom

You finally reach an "edge" to whatever it is you're within. It is soft and pliable and part of your mind recoils from the sensation. The surface feels irregular against your hands, more grown than made.

Around you, the sound of the vibrations has dissipated to be replaced by a faint whistling noise and the sense of weightlessness has returned. Try as you might, you cannot hold onto the strange surface and you find yourself drifting away.

Suddenly, an incredibly loud crack reverberates through the liquid. It felt like an explosion from the center of the mass. You hear only a high ringing pitch as you are hurled outward.