The way down or up is passing by inaccessible galleries. Although you are seeing yourself there. Sometimes peoples with books are visible there roaming around. Obviosly they must have lived in other age. But also there are landscapes, never seen before, gardens with amazing fruits and animals. So we can forget the six-angled structure.

The desire for the second universe is consuming all our senses. Is it equal to our universe? Where is its root located? Is it a product of our imagination or is it watching our universe from outside?