The week with the Foxes past, I have gone through yet another Stofer-portal. It appears that I am back on earth, but...it isn't right. There is ground above my head, in long strips; each with mountain ranges, oceans, canyons and grasslands. Gravity isn't quite as strong as on earth. Huge mirrors line the cylindrical cavity in which I am standing.
    To confuse things even more, I found a pressed and dried cockroach on the ground with the words "no credit limit" scratched into its back. Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I asking? Why do I care? None of these questions can be answered in this confusing moment.
    To try to answer the questions, I need a better view of this place. Conveniently, a tower with a ladder affixed is nearby. It looks dreadfully tall. As a matter of fact, I can't even see the top. Without any ado, I begin climbing.
    10 feet up, I feel comfortable. 20, I feel fine. 40, I feel dizzy. 70, I'm really scared. 100, I feel weak. 150, I'm terrified. 200, the air starts to get thin. 270, I start to hyperventilate. At 300 feet, I enter a cylindrical tube; A chamber, in which fresh air is supplied. At 500 feet, Iım quite tired. By 560 feet, I'm ready to fall. At 600, I do. The bottom of the ventilated tube is 300 feet down, and that fall would be quite a doozy. I have precisely 5.87 seconds to think of something before I hit the bottom of it. I grab and ignite my new Sith lightsaber, digging it into the tube's walls at the same time.
    I might have been quite lucky, for I just slowed down at the bottom of the shaft. Of course, I am dangling about 300 feet above ground, for I am hanging onto the bottom of a metal tube. Slowly but surly, I am still digging through and nearing my demise.

2 hours later...

    I have made it to the top of the tower. In front of me are two more tubes, these ones flexible. On the other side of them are more towers just like the one I climbed up, leading down to their own strips of land, each with two tubes leading out, connecting to the others.
    Although I do not know what to do at this point, I see someone (wow!) jump into another tube on the far end, and come out on my side. I ask him, "Who are you? How did you get here? What is this place?"
    He responds, "Wait, wait... Slow down. I LIVE here. Of course you know where we are, right?"
    The man was of no help. He just said things like "If you're here, you know where we are," and on and on. Now, though I know that the tubes are for getting from one tower to another...creating an effective bridge between these three land masses.
    So in I go, diving head-first into the tube. Even jumping with all my strength, gravity starts to tug me back down, but strangely enough, when I get to the center, it stops pulling. With one more swift push, I begin to be tugged in the other direction. It is a gentle tug, and gravity is weak, providing a soft landing on the next pillar.