The threshold between worlds is not a door. It has no handle, no hinge, no key. It is simply a place where the wind changes—and if you are standing in the right spot when it does, you will find yourself somewhere you were not before.
@blurngr His gaze drifts, to the direction that finger has pointed, somehow only to coax a side-eye out of the young man. “What’s Blue Base even about? Is that your workplace?”
The threshold between worlds is not a door. It has no handle, no hinge, no key. It is simply a place where the wind changes—and if you are standing in the right spot when it does, you will find yourself somewhere you were not before.