He had been here before.
That realization came first as the between-space formed around him, and it changed the experience immediately. The violent disorientation never arrived. His feet touched the surface sooner than he expected, and this time he was ready for it. The ground held firm beneath him, solid enough to push back against his weight like a real floor.
He steadied himself, then forced himself to study the space before reacting further.
The expanse stretched in every direction he checked. Forward. Behind him. Both sides. Upward without any ceiling coming into sight. Whiteness filled the entire space, though he still could not identify a source for it.
One direction seemed brighter than the others, or perhaps received light first. When he turned toward it, the effect remained consistent.
That meant the space could still be navigated. He could establish orientation instead of drifting inside meaningless distance.
He started listing the details.
