The text covered the walls in flowing script that seemed to shift when observed directly, symbols that looked almost mathematical in their precision but utterly incomprehensible in their meaning. The text flowed in lines that curved and spiraled, following patterns that might have been grammar or syntax in some language that had nothing to do with human linguistic development. But there was something fundamentally wrong about the way the symbols moved—they didn't just shift position, they seemed to writhe, as if the letters themselves were alive and in pain, twisting in silent agony against the warm walls.
Some symbols appeared to be representations of spatial dimensions, geometric shapes that hurt to look at because they seemed to exist in more than three dimensions. Staring at them for more than a few seconds induced nausea and vertigo, as if the human brain was physically rejecting information it wasn't designed to process.
