This is high-dimensional space.
She fell into it, leaving no trace, the door vanished behind her, and the key was gone as well; it was a one-way door. Farosa plunged into the final battle.
Farosa felt an irrational weight enveloping her, nearly crushing her.
The space itself was as dark as night, with no light source, only a hazy expanse as far as her eyes could see. She couldn't trust her vision now; how much could a pixel see?
Every now and then, colored streaks of light flashed by, momentarily, leaving a scorching imprint on her optic organ. She knew she was right—no one else could withstand it.
This space didn't quite resemble a real place; it was more like a vast sea of consciousness, containing ancient and powerful awareness, boundless. The laws of low-dimensional physics seemed inapplicable here.
On her original planet, Farosa could be considered a god, yet to the Galaxy's Envoy on The Other Shore, she appeared like an insect.
