  There is a place in every world where things are simply different. An anomoly. The rules such as gravity just don't apply. It is not neccisarily a large space, nor is it all that small. Usually, it is just right for the purposes it needs to serve. In this world it is just right. It's roughly the length and breadth of the average household. It stretches up for miles and miles, touching the itty bitty tips of the stars. Things here are just different. The sky is not blue here. Here, it is a mixture between red and milkshake orange. It's quite a fine colour actually. In autumn it's very beautiful. Gravity here has a bit of.... disregard for timing. Sometimes it will keep you planted to the ground as a tree but sometimes it'll send you hurtling to the sky, completely revearsing it's pull.
It's really quite hard to figure when these sudden changes come about. they are, in all intents and purposes, random. Another peculiar and immediatly noticible thing is the lack of canstace. You may walk in a space man then suddenly turn into a pie. Once you are a pie you have to: A) defend against teh large pink and turquise birds and B) somehow hop out and become yourself again. This is all very stressful but, keeping tru to it's name, it is not constant. Also, the letter "C" is abolished. If you walk in a Calvin you turn into an Alvin. That may not seem so drastic but if you walk in a chef with the name Charles C. Camdon who constantly chews caschews your entire life is turned upside down and you become a, "Hef with the name of Harles . Amdon who onstantly hews hashews. " 
