I'll admit that I'm not an expert on Memory Coils or Coils built from the subconscious of a person, even now after all these years, and that was especially true back then, but I could tell almost immediately that there was something wrong with my father's inner world.
It wasn't so much a visual or even sensory thing - it was more like an instinctual revulsion, similar to the disturbing feeling you get from nineties 3D animated movies where the humans were pretty real looking but not quite real enough. It was like Artemis' Coil was mostly like a person's Coil while not quite meeting the bar.
Speaking of visuals, the place I landed in looked like Mars at sunset with dry, red earth at my feet and an even redder sky up above. The shadows were inky black and there wasn't even a hint of a breeze. Combined with the swirling red dirt, maybe that's what made it feel contradictory.
Either way, it was creepy and I thought it best to move fast.
