...It wasn't just her sense of direction that had changed.
Mai Mingle soon discovered that her fundamental perception of her surroundings—their size, her own body's movements, everything—was completely unreliable.
When she opened her eyes, she was a college student sitting on the grass, lazily flipping through a book. 'But when did I even sit down? Weren't I standing the whole time?'
She stood up and stretched out her arms, intending to feel her way around as she walked to find the walls.
The apartment wasn't large, and the hallway was narrow. Logically, she should have hit a wall after just a few steps. Yet, she fumbled forward for more than a dozen steps, changing directions several times, only to feel empty space all around her.
'Has my sense of "walking" become unreliable too?'
'Maybe I think I'm walking forward, but I'm actually just marching in place?'
