The Great Love Poet followed Hyperion onto the stairs, looking back to make sure his teammates are all prepared.
After receiving a nonverbal response, the Great Love Poet moved forward again.
"This time, I'll hold you tight."
Hyperion softly assured the poet standing beside him.
Then, they stepped into the mysterious deep-purple mirror portal. The air around the portal rippled slightly due to the power of the void, as if magic danced gently over the calm surface of a lake.
As they stepped through the gate, their figures gradually disappeared until they were finally completely engulfed by the deep purple light of the void.
In an instant, they felt as though they were falling rapidly from the sea of stars, experiencing once again the strange sensation of weightlessness. The occasional lights and colors intertwined, forming a series of distorted scenes.
Until their falling speed began to slow down, a dazzling light erupted from the exit, enveloping them instantly.
"..."
