Envold, dear travelers, is not a place, a creature, or even a mildly disconcerting cosmic event. It's a state of mind, experienced by those who have spent far too long whizzing about the galaxy at improbable speeds. Symptoms of envold include an existential ennui, a penchant for staring into the abyss (though the abyss staring back is optional), and an unshakable conviction that time is actually just a very persistent illusion. Usually treated with a strong cup of tea and a lie down, envold is considered both a philosophical revelation and a minor inconvenience.
If afflicted, stay firmly planted on a planet with a gravity field that matches your home world's, at least until the walls stop undulating.
Envold can typically be found in the quieter, more reflective corners of the universe: old bookshops that smell of dust and nostalgia, the echo of a space station long abandoned, or in the silence between two stars. Not recommended for sightseeing.
Avoid making life-altering decisions while under the influence of envold. Also, avoid vacuum cleaners; they're profoundly terrifying during an envold episode.
Envold was first diagnosed by Dr. Haphaestus Bing after he accidentally locked himself in a chronosynclastic infundibulum and experienced Thursday for six consecutive months.
Feeling envold? Try the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster! It won't help, but you won't care. The Gargle Blaster Corporation is not responsible for any existential crises exacerbated by our product.
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