I had come to a busy fairground, rusted shipping containers scattered about as people rushed along between vendors, rides, and games. I met a small group of people who attempted to convince me that the universe was beginning to fall apart and the only way to fix it was to craft a spell at the local abandoned school. I reluctantly agreed to go with them to the school to craft the spell.
As we broke into the building gravity began to collapse as we floated into the building. We walked across hallway walls and lockers, in offices we carefully placed our feet on the suspended ceiling tiles, in the auditorium we clawed our way across the floor as various doors attempted to vacuum us up. But eventually we reached it: the potion crafting room.
The room had reversed gravity for us, but proper gravity for all other objects therein. I used my brain to flip my vision upside down, an ability none of the others possessed, and crafted the potion needed to restore reality.