The crossing, in the end, gave them no trouble at all!
Perhaps that should have been comforting. The dark between Dimensions had offered nothing but its frothing quiet as no wakes rose to meet them, no attention pressed back against their own as the living vessel flowed along its chosen road until the road simply ended. Ahead, through the radiant stanchions of blue, gold, and crimson...the outer boundary of their destination resolved out of the boundless dark!
The outer weavings of this Dimension were unfathomably heavy.
Age pressed off of them in profound waves as even at the boundary, even before entry, the threads out here ran thicker and older than anything his Sight had ever read before! How old did something have to be before its edges alone felt like this? He had stood before THE Queen Regnant. He had felt THE Sealed One fill an entire sky. Neither of those weights had carried this particular texture of sheer ancientness!
