Between Two Worlds

Passing through the portal between the two worlds was something neither of them could describe. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling, like a stone in the shoe that insisted on not leaving. When they decided they were going to cross over to the other side, it was almost possible to say that they did so under duress from the portal. Something called them inside, pulling them and guiding them towards the rocks like an invisible hand that grabbed their wrists and pulled them inside.

What Grace and Viktor thought would be a strangely soft, translucent mist turned into a feeling of light drizzle hitting their skin, not a drizzle of rain, but one of tiny flecks of crystals, so small they weren't even hurting them, dancing with the magic and creating the optical illusion of being mist. Passing through the portal was almost like a soul wash, they felt lighter, as if all their problems had been lifted from their shoulders.