The moment Mira pushed the orange door open, an invisible force washed over her. It was as if gravity itself had taken an acute interest in her, attempting to anchor her to the very spot she stood. She felt her knees buckle slightly, but she caught herself, steadying her stance as she stared at the intimidating pressure bearing down on her.
It was like having a mountain on her back and a planet on her shoulders. The very air she breathed felt thick, every inhale a laborious task. The pressure didn't crush her instantly; instead, it slowly increased, a relentless tide that threatened to grind her down to dust.
Yet Mira didn't step back or attempt to resist it. She embraced it.
'I'm guessing this Hell has something to do with weight.' Mira said as she kept herself upright.
"Correct!" The Guardian affirmed, "To be exact, it's the Hell of Gravity. Like the others, it's fairly simple. Just withstand the gravity until the end, and you pass."
