Cosmic Scullery

Spontaneously upon discharge, frequencies beyond ranges of any perceived ultraviolessence cascade from within and begin to assemble conscious familiarities. The convergence of matter begins to resemble a cosmic scullery, occupied by beyond-hyper sentient beings and physical presence feels klutzy and ungraceful. Perceptions of magnitude or scale are unregistered, and the concept of self rapidly feels like a balloon inflating into what unoccupied crevices remain, only to feel dissolving into the apparatuses. Though now selfless, the physical closeness with a hyper sentience registers as arriving at an occupied moment.

While surveying a carousel of changing lights, matter constructs from cosmic clutter showing levels beyond forefront advancement. Bulbs, zippers, grids, arches, tunnels, mazes, filters, chutes, switches, knobs, buttons, handles, slots, wires, and portals all congruently operate like a circuit board. Overhead is boundless, and several portholes looking out resembled the vault. Hues and saturation of impossible lightwaves shift and bend while trying to comprehend the carnivalesque spectacle. A familiar sound from across some unknown distance can be heard over the modulation that resembles a spoon scouring the inside of a bowl. What seems like a floor has fissures with unobservable depths, but a complete system of sanctuaries and meandrous beings. 

Just after trying to take in the surroundings, the feature’s luminosity alters to guide towards the exit. Without control of the ingress of departure, the lights stop breathing and illumination evaporates.