Wrong.

  That's how I can only describe these halls that have no meaning yet feel real enough to have purpose,

  Windows that lead to vast empty landscapes that invoke an Eerie serene silence.

  I feel almost vague and obscure in this mashed existence, like a gross stain on utter chaotic perfection,

  As if built in Bygone ages barely understood, these shapes with their implications of designs of vast obscure Dimensions could unravel The Minds of the sane and bring them to their knees in Madness crushing all sense of reality..

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  Stairs that seemingly climb forever in zigzagged directions, doors that lead nowhere or into walls as if it once had purpose thats now covered up, forests on the ceiling where even the water in the running river doesnt fall, chirping of birds in empty rooms filled with clouds painting a sunset..

  From how I got here I haven't understood I was just plucked from my Raw untethered Dimension and dropped here to witness what only few could imagine.

  A Spire of twirling Starlight.

  An sunken ocean City beneath the Deep dreaming brine.

  The Fabric of Time woven into a a silken hum that vibrates my being..

  A place out of Space.

  Infinite.