The whirlpool churns the water's depths into a roaring funnel, five feet wide at its churning base flaring to fifty feet across at the frothing crown, twenty-five feet of spiraling fury. Debris and creatures within twenty-five feet drag inexorably closer, ten feet per pull, the vortex's grip a vise of crushing currents. Inside, bodies batter against invisible walls, bludgeoning waves slamming with relentless force, trapping the unwary in endless descent.