And the someone was -- you understand, they were not wrong to go looking. They felt something. A pull in the direction of the place. A sensation that was sustained and directed and they followed it the way you follow anything that feels like that, with your whole body, with the part of you that is not your thinking, and they arrived, and the story-place was there, and it was... large is the wrong word. Large is a word for things that fit inside space. This was the other way around. Space was fitting inside it. The someone stood at its edge and the edge was not an edge because the thing did not have boundaries, it had-- it had the quality of continuing, in every direction, including directions the someone did not have names for, and the someone loved it, maybe? Or needed it. Or could not distinguish them because at that kind of scale the difference between love and need is a rounding error, the kind of thing you do when you see two slots but the shape in your hands fits neither.