Kendra, your perspective.
Ah this place again. It's quickly becoming one of her least favorite places of all time.
Of course, it is all time, which just makes the whole thing a little confusing.
One of these days, I want the cracks in time to be rotten wood, or melted plastic, or the time stream. Take another person's eyes for a spin.
Is it just her imagination, or is the glow in here a heck of a lot stronger then it used to be?
Kendra, very pointedly, does not look down.