Navigating a New World: From Nausea to a Nightclub Queue

The moment my feet touched the human world's pavement, my stomach lurched violently. I doubled over, pressing my palm against the brick wall of the alley for support as bile rose in my throat.

"Oh god," I groaned, fighting the urge to vomit. My head spun like I'd just stepped off the world's most aggressive roller coaster.

Beside me, Rhys made a strangled sound before dropping to his knees on the concrete. He looked up at me with watery eyes. "Is it always like this?"

"First time between realms often causes nausea," Kaelen explained, the only one among us who seemed perfectly fine. He stood tall, adjusting his cuffs as though we'd just stepped out of a luxury car rather than teleported across dimensions.

Ronan bent forward, hands on his knees, breathing heavily. His copper hair fell across his forehead as he struggled to regain control. "Feels like my insides got scrambled," he muttered.