The room is brightly lit, but there is no visible source of illumination. Cubical, each side of the room is the same flat white surface. Shifting from one surface to another reorients the ceiling and floor, with four walls around. It’s easy to lose sense of up and down, not weightless, but left with only where to stand and where to stand next. There are no clothes since there is no body, but there is standing, shifting, and pondering where to stand next. Perhaps there are patterns of right and left, forward, but no back. There is no looking back, only forward motion, from one floor to a wall that becomes the floor to another wall that becomes the floor, endless, infinite in six dimensions.