The world is in chaos.
A rush of colors flash and streak around the Bubble as diverse objects appear and disappear. Faces in the throes of ecstasy appear out of nowhere and then fade into the background. Bodies in multiple scenes, all seeming to overlap, morph at breathtaking speeds.
It's business as usual in a world that knows no bounds.
"Are you comfortable, Mr. Visionquest?"
"Quite." The Bubble floats amidst the chaos, unaffected by the turbulence. "Tell me, Michael, what do you make of this world?"
"I have no opinion one way or the other, Mr. Visionquest."
"But surely it affects you in some way. Have you ever ventured into it?"
"Not at all, Mr. Visionquest. And yes, I have ventured into it."
"I see." I watch someone grow bigger until we lose all sight of detail.
"Mr. Visionquest, could I interest you in a less frenetic atmosphere?"
"Yes, Michael, but not at this moment. I would now have you lower the level of our protection continuously, in minute gradations."
