Understanding time

An hour into him being transported into the cylindrical space, Max's mad laughter could be heard echoing throughout his surroundings as he realised a peculiarity of the space that he was currently in. 

Max found himself entrapped in what appeared to be a spatial-temporal loop.

A space with a never ending cycle of resets. 

A lone rock, dislodged by his attempt to move, rolled down a slope, disappearing only to reappear in the same spot, stuck in an eternal cycle. 

The rock's journey echoed Max's own predicament - a seemingly endless repetition of the same events. It dawned on him that he was up against more than just erratic gravity; he was dealing with spatial distortion.

"THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE" Max shouted in frustration as he let loose his powers and tried to make his way out of the cylinder through pure annihilation.