As you fall you see before you what seems like an infinite congerie of iridescent bubbles. Your horse is polymorphed into a fig newton. You leap into the void. There is a noise like a wild horses' neigh. You spin around, and don't see anyone around at all except for a spurred black cloaked figure carrying a scythe.
Death coughs apologetically.
He seems a little embarrassed. You hear a magical fanfare, repeated three times. You have found an extremely long stairway going straight up. The stairs are grilled steel and the bannister is rubber. The inner circle demon spits on your rug and calls your cat a bastard.