Namek
Sadly for the entity, the properties of The Storm are not hyptonic, at least not more hypnotic than sentience and existance itself is, if it even is to be considered a hypnosis. In this case, it is not to be considered a hypnosis.
The entity was quickly engulfed by the golden haze, and even quicker than that, they lost sight of the exterior. Everywhere they looked was the same scenery of a storm of golden gasses obscuring some kind of everlasting mesh of colliding colors, it was as perplecting and enchanting as it was deorientating.
They could feel as though they were cut off, or rather, overwhelmed from all the exterior, their powers were also aimless. The entity felt like a junction of islands that slowly but consistently, and ever-faster grew farther and farther apart, and though they tried to swim against this perpetual current, they could simply not seem to match its vigor.
The feeling heightened and got louder, as a sort of static yelled over every other sense of the being, overwhelming their presence and dragging them further into the colors which never got closer. Though suddenly, a shape formed, like a black seamless fabric that was small, but stretched as far as the eye could see the more the being was dragged onto it.
It sunk into the seamless fabric of darkness hastly, and was left there in absolute obscurity for an unnamable period of time, if time were ever to be important in that period of staticity. The defining verticies and lines that formed the geometricity of the concept of the being were thwarted and pulled apart expertly, played upon like the skillful hands do to the strings of a harp, they cobbled up into a ball of yarn and undid themselves in parallel lines, sometimes juxtaposing and conflicting.
This period saw its end with the loud blare of a sudden train horn, weirdly enough. The abruptness gave way to the being whose body slumped over what seemed to be a table of some kind of white ivory, or perhaps a plastic trying to replicate the feeling and sight thereof. Recovering themselves from their slumped position with their sluggish body to stand upright, they'd see that they were now within some kind of passenger car for a train, if they even knew what that was.
The car was usual, on each side a large leather-like couch for passangers to sit, and a small table of the previously described kind. atop and below the seats were spaces for one to put luggage or fetishes one'd take on a travel, but they seemed empty. On one end of the cart there was a window to the exterior, which seemed to be normal, yet there was something clearly wrong about it. On the other end, a semi-open sliding door gave way to a corridor.
