The walls are layered, two, and even three deep, see through. Floor layered, another floor projected above the other.
A bubble swells from the wall beside me and vanishes as I reach to touch it. The corners of the room, impossible angles, multi dimensional.
Everything in here has a Piranesi aspect.
Once, I went back in time to help a secret group of British occultists protect Albion from annihilation in The Blitz and the airfields in The Battle of Britain by means of a psychic forcefield.
Special agent from the future fighting demons of the past.
When interpretation depends more on what's not said than what is...