This time, she barely managed to make out what this world looked like.
All physical laws established by humanity and even sentient beings across the universe were meaningless here. Near and far, front and back, up and down, left and right were utterly confused. Objects beyond the geometric common sense of three-dimensional life were everywhere, these geometries transcending the framework of mathematical dimensions. Nothing here remained eternally unchanged, and the movement of objects followed no discernible pattern. She saw several planet-sized spheres drifting slowly through the Aether Wave. Those planets were constantly eroded by Aether Energy; climates shifted, the land cracked apart, and the atmosphere could become an ocean in the next second before returning to normal. Causality did not hold in this world, which meant time here was not linear. This world had no color. She understood that the colors she saw were merely imaginings her self-awareness could accept. That indescribable, eternal unknown was a horror she would never comprehend in her lifetime.
No one could describe the colors of the sky, flowers, grass, and rivers to someone born blind. Nor could anyone describe the terror of the Outer Dimensions to someone who had never witnessed this Hell firsthand. Even if every human writer used the most brilliant prose of their lives to depict this world upon parchment, those words would only seem impoverished, perhaps not even capable of accurately summarizing its scenery. The word "accurate" had no connection to this dimension, because nothing in it could be called "accurate." Everything here surpassed the most frenzied imagination of humankind on Earth. This universe seemed pieced together from the mad delusions of lunatics and addicts who had burned out their Serotonin Receptors with overdoses of hallucinogens to reach the fifth plateau. Not even the most deranged Dadaist artist could portray