The broken gravity tries to keep you on the floor. What is bizarre when dimensions are overleaping? While directions are directionless, What is down is up, and right could be left; Don't mis-step, you'll fall into the portal, After all we don't know if you are entering or exiting.
i flew to watch traces of garden, dragonflies with birds and snake and in-between Wolfgang Lehmann introduced me to Kurt Kren's mama and papa