Like you had stuff on you that slowly dissipated. Leaving you dry but changed in some subtle way. A wrinkle or cleansing something for sure. It was my first time there. Seems to imply that I'll be there again or have already before this story's been written.
Time is so confusing.
Takes senses to make anything out in the haze. Without senses the place is an empty haze of distant lights that seem unreachable no matter where you step. It was very fascinating to be on the inside. Senses revealed worlds uncountable in lifetimes and substance unreachable and ungraspable. Amid the myriad forms, light danced the tendrils of thought.