Vora stepped through the door. The bells went through as well and flitted through the air. Once they had both entered the realm, the light died down to reveal a landscape. Honestly, it wasn’t much. The only colors were the faded blue of the sky, as if it were a blanket that had been washed many, many times. The ground and bits of scrubby brush were both a green, dark enough to be mistaken for black. A dark bloodred-colored bird swept through the open air. Coo-coo-coo cuwee cuwee. It called. Vora swung her head this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of everything. The bells fluttered ahead of her. Come now,They called. Let us find Roe.