A long dark gray corridor of thick mist
stretched out into the dull distance. It seemed large, but there was
no point of reference to judge it by. He looked down, his body was
gone. His perception of this place seemed to enter his mind
directly. “Where am I?” the though echoed down the hallway.
“Beyond” was the answer, that was both him, and not. With an odd
sensation, he could move forward. After a passage of time, hours
perhaps, he came to the end of the gray length. It opened into a
endless vista. White nothingness was above the horizon and blackness
below. He floated out of the gray tunnel and looked back towards it.
He hovered higher into the whiteness until he felt as if he was
dissolving into it. With that perspective he could see that tunnel
was part of a larger shape a lone plus sign below a featureless grid.
He must have started somewhere near the center of it, but too far
away to see the crossroad.
He went back into the grayness and
drifted as fast as he could manage to where the plus joined the grid.
The transition was abrupt, the mistiness of the tunnel became
impossibly smooth tiles, all somewhere int the millions of shades
between black a white. Each tile was no more than 3cm square, not
that size had any meaning here. As he moved into the space, the
tiles grew and shrank and shifted into various geometric patterns.
“Stop” he thought, and everything quit moving.
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