It was more like standing in a funnel of light than a tunnel, with me at the flared end, the distant dot of brightness too bright to look at directly.
Peripheral vision remained unimpaired for I could, without turning my head, see the shadowy sides of the funnel curved around and below me.
The tiny disk of light hovered straight ahead of me.
Calm, curious, I stretched out my arm, reaching without really moving.
I was unaware of walking; my legs remained still, yet the point of the funnel seemed a little nearer now.
Squinting my eyes against the glare I realised it was neither a disk nor the opening tip of a funnel but a small sphere about the size of a marble.
I leaned forward, reaching, spreading my fingers.
The marble was now the size of a tennis ball, shimmering like sunlight on water.
As I edged closer, moving without walking, the sphere doubled in size, and I could see the fluctuating movement of coruscating light deep within its bright depths.
The curved wall of shadow around me receded as the sphere came without reach, a blazing moon the size of a basketball, its stippled surface rippling in no apparent pattern.
I averted my eyes, the light too bright to confront, and grabbed it but my hand felt nothing.
I was inside the sphere.
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