An inter-dimensional hub.
A rest stop,
or maybe an airport,
for trans-dimensional travellers,
as it were.
And you're stuck here.
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Lights glow and dim, fading back into the distance as new ones rush to replace them.
Colours spin in a myriad of combinations, lines and spirals coming to life and disintegrating in vicious bursts of sand.
Scattering softly over your bare skin.
The sounds and smells of the city, the sights of an otherworldly plane.
Where are we?
We are lost, of course.
Somewhere between two dimensions, the comfortable home feeling of the one slipping away.
I've always wondered what light feels like...
Well now you know.
I guess so...
Splashes of colour drawing you closer to the unknown, something pulling out of your mind. The air tastes different here.
Sounds of a city. You can see the skyline from here, twinkling yellow lights from apartments. It doesn't look too different from home.
You can even smell the sweet scent of deep fryers and the grease of fast food.
A train of lights swooshes through the sky- swooshes? No... and it's not of light. It's... a spaceship, perhaps?
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A beautiful pocket dimension with a geography roughly the size and shape of Hawaii, Helveticus has become a popular tourist location. But some people- for unknown reasons- arrive through invisible and momentary wormholes, lost to their home plane for eternity, incapable of transitting through the portals that allow other beings inter-dimensional passage. That is, people get stuck here.
And although it was originally a nature-vacationing location, filled with tracts of pristine wilderness, it has become a hotspot for tourism, very much the Hawaii of dimensions. Pollution, technology, industry, consumerism and even politics crash-landed on the tiny dimension in a fit of rage that tipped the already perilously off-balance physics of Helveticus. How do you boost the economy of a pocket-dimension? Put it on the 'endangered species' list of tourist locations, of course.
Hidden behind the tourist beaches of Tahmaii, the gleaming Queen's Seat of Engelo Edda, and the luxury resort frontier of the metropolitan mess known as Calysta, something more sinister is stirring; an experimental laboratory exploiting the ramshackle legal system of the 'newly-civilized' universe to test mass-marketed designer products and implement military research.
And of course, there are always new things sneaking through the portals...
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[red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.]