When the light disappeared, Enok found himself wearing clothes he didn’t recognize. They were simple tight fitting white shirt and short with light shoes that were definitely not suited for traveling.
He was still in the throne room, except it was now illuminated by sunlight entering through a glass dome that was the ceiling.
Enoch stared at the words with horror, trying to think of a single instance he could have heard of something similar, during his whole existence.
The inner world was ever-evolving by nature, since it was tied to mortals’ psyches. One couldn’t willingly make changes to it, but experiences that mentally affected someone would in turn cause sensible changes to their inner world.