Imp

It has been remarked by many famous travelers and explorers that the best way to travel through unfamiliar terrain is to do so very quickly, or better yet not at all.  Imp, being a demon (admittedly a very lesser one) was no stranger to danger, and so he proceeded through the forest as fast as he could.  Presently, he came out of the jungle, and into the fresh air.  A vast expanse of plains lay before him, ringed by distant mountains and tall forests.  Imp sighed and massaged his aching legs.  He knew that he had a very long way to go. 

Sighing, he set out.  The sun beat down upon him, and every time he looked up the mountains and forests seemed further away.  He had absolutely no clue where he was going, and had know way to know that he was heading toward Keshalia, where he would find the mysterious "Johnny."

This is almost worse than the jungle, he thought.  At least there was some cover from the sun there... Imp turned around.  The jungle was about 50 feet away.  Imp rubbed his eyes, thinking that the heat was playing tricks on him, but the jungle remained in the same place.  He turned around and continued walking, confident that if he only kept walking the odd sight behind him would disappear.  

An hour later, he stopped for a break.  Sweat was pouring off him in little waterfalls and falling down his chin.   And still the sun beat down on him, showering him in heat and making his skin even redder than usual.  He glanced back at the jungle, but all he could see was its faint outline on the horizon.  Apparently the landscape had caught up with his brain.  Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint green flicker.  It looked as though a thick canopy of trees had momentarily appeared where the horizon was, but Imp knew that was impossible.  The horizon was obviously there; the jungle couldn,t have replaced it!

Maybe it was the fact that he was confused, lost, and was in a foreign land, because demons are not naturally curious, but something made Imp decide to explore the odd landscape.  He turned around and started walking toward where he had seen the flicker of jungle.  About 50 feet onward, he collided with nothing, which felt oddly like a tree trunk.  He extended his hand and found what felt like a leaf, which he pulled until it came off in his hand.  There was definitely something odd going on, he decided, and so he decided to investigate.  He turned around and walked a few steps.  When he turned around and walked the same distance he had come, he collided with nothing.  He kept walking.  After about 50 feet, he found the invisible tree trunk.  Putting two and two together, Imp reached a chilling conclusion.  He was trapped in an area of endlessly repeating terrain!

The first thing Imp noticed when he woke up was the size of the room he was in.  Its vaulted ceiling was at least 400 feet above the floor, and arched stained glass windows occupied walls about 300 feet away from each other.  But the dimension that really took Imp,s breath away was the depth, the room stretched on and on until the walls, ceiling, and carpeted floor merged into a speck on the horizon.  Seeing no other option, he started to walk. 

As he strode through the long hall, Imp got the feeling that the designer hadn,t really wanted the place to be habitable.  They hadn,t put in anywhere to sit, for one thing.  Also, there appeared to be no exit.  Imp figured he was just going to have to keep walking to find either of those things.