In a land far from our own, the traveler stood at a precipice. Before them rose a shimmering portal; it’s rough-hewn mouth silently gaping. Doubt clutched the traveler’s mind like so many grasping hands. Eyes wide, their legs seemed suddenly limp; rooted in place by a force unknown.

Shadowy shapes and forms moved unknown beyond the veil, shrouded as if seen through a dream. The traveler seemed drawn toward a sense of something greater; a life beyond that to which they had become accustomed.

Without warning, a sense of resolve washed over them; strength returning to their legs. Lights swirled and sounds tumbled in protest of their advance, but the promise of a new world stayed their resolve as they stepped forth and over the mantle.