Strange, incoherent landscapes sped past like mirages that became lies as soon as they were left behind, a peculiar sight Desmond became familiar with each time he used the bizarre teleportation array from the hunter's book.
Like a second stretched out to infinity due to the strange fluctuations in the laws of reality that Desmond went through, the feeling that this process lasted minutes and at the same time an instant was always disconcerting.
The magical matrix that drives the process was extremely complicated and a work of art in itself that could inspire any painter or mathematician with its ever-changing complex geometric patterns...not that Desmond cared, all he cared about was the place he was in as soon as the array vanished.