When I was on the wooden way, which leads to the shelter itself, my first thought was it must be like when you die.
A very nice lady (like an angel) explained to me all and here I was in my afterlife or new life, a life for one hour. Being there is like a huge metaphor to who you are and what life is for you. Being there makes you see all possible forms of existence starting with a tiny bug who crawls on the glass of the window and finishing with a building-crane.
This very place, though I wouldn´t call it a „place“, this micro-cosmos lets you feel very special and unique, what every of us, every living creature truly is.