What I was thinking is that the realms of gods, daemons and the dead (of many different, if not all, species) would seem to be different to those who perceive it, and them—kind of like a good song, poem, or tale—or even Glorantha itself! Besides, how could a human imagination take all this in... I would assume in such a place a mortal mind would need myth to use as a shield, protecting the individual consciousness from the confusion surrounding, swirling around and threatening to consume it.
Follow the yellow brick road... and do not leave it—at your own peril!