Act 1: Orbital

Act 1

ORBITAL

Suffocating.

    The intense feeling of wanting to breathe, a choking and grasping feeling that cries out for the need to survive. It is with outstretched hands grabbing for something that relieves the chest with a heaping breath of air.

But the air is noticeably thin, cool, and...

Wet?

    Looking down reveals water. A shallow pool that stretches...

..as far as can be seen.

    Looking up reveals a darkened sky, filled with twinkling golden stars. A thin misty haze floats all about yet doesn't thicken above the horizon like a cloud but rather along the ground like a fog.

The ground, submerged in the water, is hard and perfectly flat. Smooth like a polished stone and slightly colored like a gray marble; twinkling and glistening in reaction to the water above it. The water is remarkably clear, revealing a higher amount of color to anything submerged into it... even a hand.

    

    The water is moving, though very slight and in swirls, the direction of the current seems random. Movement around the water creates a refractive brilliance; it reflects and shines and intensifies like a sparkling firework. 

The sounds the water makes is heavy. Unlike sounds produced in the thin cool air. The water, despite clarity and beauty, doesn't appeal to thirst as a quencher; however, it does look valuable like undisturbed crystals. Flowing in liquid form.

The air seems to have a movement that is independent from the water. Just like the water is very calm, the air is too. But within the calmness and the distant haze.. Is a gradual increase of activity towards the horizon, as though the source of light for the whole plane of existence is exciting the very haze in the air with the touch of it's rays--

And the rays themselves seem to have a personality of their own, a sort of aural energy that's possessive of the objects it touches; as though it were grabbing with a hand. The motion of the water below and the motion of the air above seems to contradict each other directly, a matching speed that is counter from each other. The stars in the sky are evenly spread out, unless one considers how they seem to be hanging directly above the head, within reach. 
Truth is that the closer specs of light are just that, specs of light. Reachable and having a similar effect as the rays of light having some sort of grasp like a hand. 

Which Direction?

What is this place?

Where is this place?

When is this place?

NEVERMIND the HOW