Your land is a dizzying conglomerate are glowing portals and tightly packed mirrors. You’re underground, you think, or the gunky matter that clouds your land is just too thick to see through. Some might think it claustrophobic.

You love it.

Your land if full of paradoxes and illusions. There is a controlled kind of chaos here. It makes something burn at the back of your skull. Something like and urge. Or maybe more like an itch.

If you close your eyes you can see them. Each individual atom buzzing about wildly. And the way the atoms come together. And how they resolve themselves into clumps of matter.

You are dizzy with excitement. As if all those atoms are transferring their nervous energy to you. And you can see it now. The was you can mold them into more perfect shapes like putty in your hands.

Some may think your world cluttered. But you can see infinite universes packed into the all spaces in between.