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yet fearful thing. Hans now felt more cautious than ever, this place was unlike anything he had experienced and it was not possible to conceive what other secrets it held.
    Bravely moving forward, Hans felt a slight incline and a curious effect. He could still only see his most immediate surroundings, that being his own body from the light rising from below. Feeling the need to look back up to the hatch for peace of mind, he was surprised to see that the portal of light was not where he had expected it to be. As his only reference to his motion within the metallic cavern, he now felt as if he could not trust his own senses for in this place, it was if the laws of physics were somehow defied. The hatch was no longer directly above him, it was across the way, askew. The only sensible rationale that Hans could place upon this effect was that he was inside a large sphere and he had somehow been given the capability of walking around it as if gravity no longer applied. Reality it seemed had taken a temporary step to the side and allowed pure dreamlike fantasy to reign. Hans shook his head in befuddlement. He briefly imagined trying to explain this experience to a senior. Surely, anyone would think him quite mad.
    “I am moving further in, I am experiencing...disorientation, I am safe however.” Hans spoke loudly. He was now not sure his voice could be heard by his team above; maybe it was for his own benefit. His own voice was a sweet companion in this place. No answer was forthcoming but the Colonel did not let that faze him. The German pressed on.
    Minutes passed and Hans' pace quickened. He almost found the light that he created with his motion playful and he began to skip over the surface in order to create intricate patterns and intensities of light. The colours seemed to change from yellowy hues to greens and blues and Hans found it quite delightful. Hans had no sense of direction as such; the odd look back to the hatch seemed only to confuse him as it never seemed to remain where he left it. The only thing it did offer him was a sense of scale. This place was vast and it was clear that they had only discovered a fraction of its exterior. Was it pure chance that they had stumbled across an entrance to this place or was it part of some kind of plan. If it were, it would suggest that someone knew of their intentions and that seemed remarkable and unlikely.
    Having only the featureless dark surface to use as some kind of guide, a moment of relief came when the smooth barren floor became more detailed. Not all at once, but with every step, lines, impressions and indecipherable markings began to become evident and with that, the intensity and the colour of the light also changed. The soft colourful hues began to lose their saturation and a white, hotter light was emitted. Hans' pace increased as it seemed that whatever he was moving towards was rewarding him for his progress. The light began to spread wider and this illumination began to give him spatial awareness. As the environment around him became lit, looking back, the bright white hatch was no longer to be seen and it seemed that he had perhaps moved beyond the point where the penetrative light could break through this curious atmosphere.
    Before this point, Hans had surmised that this place was perhaps one vast cavern, a single space many hundreds of metres wide, but now it became more clear that this was a maze of halls, conduits and chambers. The soft edgeless walls seemed to blend into one another visually until you were virtually upon them, only then did they reveal their presence. It was now apparent that Hans was walking down an ever narrowing corridor that curved around to the point that he could never make out the terminus. Hans had to ponder where was he going? Was there a point to all of this? How was he ever going to find his way back to the surface? One thing was certain in Hans' mind. Whoever designed this glacial maze could not have been born of this time.