The world jaunts with a breezy freshness: your path spirals dizzyingly over its own shadow, sloping to a point with increasing sharpness. Words reach deep into their meanings and bloom in a curious luminance that sometimes occludes but never falters. Wit glides slyly through the air, which crackles with her subtle intrusions.
Exploration is rich with its own reward. Hints curl in on themselves until wanted. Implementation enfolds you with far-reaching warmth, rarely uncomfortable.
Your understanding broadens. Obfuscation scatters, and the world comes into focus with a pleasant sigh.