Like a door opening into a darkened room, the magic unfolds before you.
You can sense—not really see, because that would be too literal; and not really feel, because that would be too physical—the traces of magic all around you.
It looks like a faint blue mist floating in the middle of the cabin. The closer it gets to the door, the thicker it grows, until it coalesces into a shimmering blue line that leads down into the ground and out into the night. You can't see beyond the edge of the forest, but you're sure that if you followed that trail, it would lead straight to the Timeless Circle.
The complexity takes your breath away. This is advanced magic, deeply embedded in the land and woven with a thousand intricate reinforcements. But you understand it a little better than you did before you started, and that means you're on your way to figuring out how to use it.
The Next Morning