An arid wind blew over the sharp craggy rock of Small Color. It was a desolate place with absolutely no sign of life. The wind whistled over the rock as the sun blazed high in the sky.
Suddenly a line formed horizontally in the air and stopped just above the rocky surface. It was a mercurial silver and shimmered like silver liquid. It widened and formed into a tall door of flowing liquid silver.
It looked like water cascading from nowhere just to stop inches above the ground.
Then the door rippled in sheets lengthwise and Rachel stepped through.
She looked around as she moved several feet away from the door so others could follow.
She watched the horizon to make sure that they were not detected. She opened the door in a remote part of the western area of Small Color.