For over an hour, they navigated the path by firing laser shots every ten seconds, making the gun so hot that they had to take short breaks to let it cool down. They had lost count of how many times their positions changed randomly, no longer surprised when someone ended up standing vertically on the ceiling. Sometimes they jumped down, only to land on top, and vice versa.
Being inside the Globula felt like being in a mini-world where logic couldn't be applied, and they were starting to accept it, even though their heads were still spinning from the overload of strange information.
