Alice felt like she'd been shot out the end of a flume, as she crystallised out of the shimmering white light once again, finding herself standing in unbearably hot sun. It beat down on her exposed shoulders, she could already feel her skin burning.
She turned around, looking at her surroundings. Alice stood on a beaten clay patch of ground, jungle to three sides of her, the trees climbing high into the sky. The clearing she was in was large, certainly large enough to let sunlight down, with many huts of wood and clay scattered around the outskirts. Villagers, all of them black, maybe African, went about their daily labours in skimpy garments of animal hide.
Then a voice boomed, coming out of nowhere, but audibly as if right beside Alice's hear, the calm tones of an English narrator talking about some matter of anthropological significance. "The Watambe tribe have lived deep in the heart of the jungle for centuries, with few ever meeting with them. Here, 17 year old Alice Carter of Edinburgh, Scotland, is one of the first to meet with the tribe."
Three imposing figures approached her. The main one stood tall and muscular, almost naked, his dick hanging down almost to his knees. The only item he wore was a carved wood mask of a snarling face. On either side two strong men in loincloths bearing spears and shields accompanied this figure as he marched up to Alice and began talking in a tone she could not understand.
Fortunately, the narrator continued. At least his presence right in her ear had some benefit. "The head shaman of the Watambe tribe greets the intrepid explorer, and explains her coming here has been prophesised."