The rings were as thin as a pencil and felt as strong as steel. I had never seen such a substance and despite holding me firmly the material was as light and soft as Indian cotton while looking like a slightly flattened garden hose. I could slip my finger beneath it but not extend it or stretch it to slip past my pelvis or over my rib cage. The beds or slabs or whatever they were, I had never seen before either. The fabric looked like felt but was soft and fluid like liquid silk.
As I watched the other men move the fabric would ride with them.
