Traveling like this is nothing like appearing in Sister Miriam's home.
It's just a rush of white and nothing.
A lack of sound.
There's no wind. No air to breathe. And yet I don't suffocate in its absence, almost as if I don't need to breathe at all.
Even so, I'm falling.
I can feel it deep in my soul.
Until I crash into a nebulous something and the world coalesces around me again.
The world blinks into focus, and I find myself somewhere... else. Somewhere decidedly not my room at the lodge.
I spin slowly, taking in my new surroundings. Towering rock cliffs encircle me, their jagged peaks reaching into an impossibly blue sky, uninterrupted by even a wisp of cloud. The air carries a crisp, clean scent, untainted by the usual odors of civilization. It fills my lungs with a refreshing coolness that I've never felt before. Something I may never experience again.
