Imagine a field that’s a living puzzle, walls bending like a soap bubble and pathways folding back on themselves. Every step you take, the ground rewrites itself, sometimes a straight line becomes a curve, sometimes a straight corridor twists into a Möbius strip. Athletes would learn to read the rhythm of the shifting space, almost like dancing with the architecture itself. They’d train with a mind that stays flexible, expecting the impossible geometry to tease them into new strategies, always watching the field for its next surprise. In that place, instinct and awareness are as crucial as speed.