The space tunnel stretched out before Cain like an endless, undulating river of light and shadow. It wasn't just a tunnel in the physical sense, but rather a corridor through the very fabric of reality itself.
Colors he couldn't name spiraled and twisted around him, forming patterns that seemed both alien and familiar. Each step forward felt like stepping into a new dimension, where the laws of physics no longer held sway.
The boundaries of time and space blurred together, leaving Cain in a state of constant disorientation.
As Cain moved deeper into the tunnel, the sensations intensified. The air—or whatever passed for air in this place—was thick, almost viscous, like moving through a dense fog. His limbs felt heavy, as if gravity was pressing down on him from all directions.