The Seabeagle
oing through an inter-dimensional wormhole feels a lot like being inside a spinning salad bowl.
The five of us tossed and turned uncontrollably—our bodies lost in turbulence and our perspective blurred by gushing waves of green, purple, and blue. The sparks that had been surrounding the hole’s entrance zipped around like energetic piranhas. They bit at our skin; sometimes I even felt like they’d entered my bloodstream and were burning through my veins. Needless to say, thinking happy thoughts definitely did not help.
The wormhole eventually spat us out into an ocean. Unlike the body of water we’d entered from, this one was warm, turquoise, and tropical. Even from the depths we emerged in, I could see streaks of sunshine. Just as we noticed this, we also witnessed the black
