Countless platforms and staircases filled every inch of the surrounding space... Layers upon layers of overlapping, interweaving pure white surfaces irregularly arranged, existing on the ground and high above.
Extending infinitely outward...
Extending upward.
Extending downward.
Spreading inward and even outward, continuing toward the previous second or the next second; continuing in the direction of existence and nonexistence.
If one kept walking forward like this, where would one go?
How big was this platform?
Or perhaps, the concept of "length" itself did not exist in this place; the platform underfoot... Could be understood as one centimeter or one hundred meters. Was it big or small?
Was it long or short?
Yila did not know this... But undoubtedly, he was now very awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a black space irregularly filled with staircases and surfaces.
