As Wayne stepped into the silver-white interstellar battleship, the world before his eyes spun wildly, as if he were traversing a time-space tunnel. Surrounding lights and shadows blurred into a haze, at instances bright and blinding, at others, dim and profound.
With the oscillation of light and shadow, the space around him continuously twisted and stretched -- now vast and boundless, now cramped and tight. An intense sensation of weightlessness left him floundering, as if he could be swept into an unknown world at any moment.
It felt a bit like time travel!
Wayne's feet touched the ground, the feeling of weightlessness gone. When he blinked again, he was in a straight metallic corridor, with a tidy metal wall behind him, the entrance he'd passed through nowhere in sight.
Wayne touched the wall and raised his fist to punch it.
With a bang, his arm disintegrated into mush.
