Witchspace, where the laws of Newton, Einstein and Hawking hold the most tenuous dominion; a magical place where vision becomes taste and sound becomes twisting patterns of fractal colour before your mesmerized eyes. An experience that can only properly be described to another who has shared it; for how do you describe to someone tasting red? It was said that in the early days of the hyperspace jump these hops over vast distances often took hours, and many a pilot had gone mad imprisoned in that swirling mix of confusion; centuries of refinement had winnowed this interlude of insanity down to less than a second and on ships with the latest generation of drives the interval between leaving one part of real space and arriving in another was so near to instantaneous that you thought you’d imagined purple tasting remarkably like chicken.
forget punctuation and the rest for a moment, and I'm not trying to create any sort of temple here but is this a credible description of what traveling through witchspace could be like?
does it ring true to you or just sound like mumbojumbo?
also ten points and a big