Lis fell through the Gate and lay on the ground, wheezing. He made it out! He got out of that awful, awful place. Thank you, great beings of the cosmos. He will find a temple and light incense in gratitude.

After he got his breathing under control, he looked around. He was in a circle of standing stones, two of which were the Gate anchors, with more standing stones on both sides. There were many people around, and they were holding strange apparatuses to their faces. He had two more minutes of Invisibility left, so he cast it again, just in case. By their motions with the strange contraptions, he suspected that the purpose was photography, but the gadgets looked like nothing he had seen before.

One woman was heading in his direction and was sure to trip over him. He got up quickly and put his back to one of the Gate stones. It was as if she were following him; she headed directly to "his" stone. He moved aside, and she struck a pose when she reached "his" stone. Her male companion lifted the strange apparatus to his face. Yes, definitely photography.

Lis slipped away quietly. With no trees around to hide in, he studied their clothes, ducked behind a stone, and pulled out the closest matches he had. He flickered visible and invisible in quick succession, just long enough to blur the eye so the new clothes would fade from sight as well. After changing, he walked a short distance off, and when no one was watching, he let his Invisibility drop.

He began to relax and think more clearly. That place was just horrible. He wrote the name Tír na nÓg and resolved to run far away from any Gate leading there. There were creatures of nightmare; one of them literally caused him nightmares and fed on his fear. Its ghostly wails echoed all around, paralyzing Lis with terror. The only thing that saved him was falling and hitting his head, which briefly knocked him unconscious and broke the creature's hold on him.

There were blinking creatures that tried to lead him into treacherous swamps. Their eerie, floating lights danced enticingly before him, nearly luring him to his doom in the murky depths. Half-human, half-farm animals played music that confused his senses, their melodies twisting reality around him until he could barely tell up from down.

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Every food he identified carried the warning that if he ate it, he would never be able to eat regular food again. The vibrant, tempting berries of that world promised eternal youth, but at a terrible price. One bite would bind him forever to that realm. The trees had green humanoid creatures in them that attacked him with magic, their bark-like skin camouflaging them until the last moment when they unleashed their nature-based spells.

He washed his face in a lake, not realizing it was home to a temperamental water spirit. The lake got angry at this intrusion and almost killed him, its waters rising in a massive wave that threatened to drag him down to the depths. Only his quick reflexes and Luck saved him from a watery grave.

The denizens were the scariest of them all. They were beautiful with long hair and pointed ears, possessed powerful magic like he had never seen before, and were relentless. They chased him for days, constantly repeating that the trees, the land, and the lakes had told them about an intruder.

To escape, he had to change his Glamour, cast Invisibility, and engage Stealth repeatedly and rely on his Luck. The only saving grace was that the air was so rich with mana that he regenerated hundreds of mana units every second without active regeneration.

It was a truly dreadful experience. Going there again is something he will never do.

He did not know what world he was in, not having the time to check the Gate from the other side. So, he opened the world's information and began to read.

A Traveler native to this world posted the newest entry a day before he left on his journey. It was a very detailed and thorough account, maybe a little too thorough. Lis didn't care about the political landscape or that gold coins needed proof of ownership, but the rest was pure gold. He wished the world information had the same comment option as the Traveler's Archive so he could post a thank-you note, but alas, it wasn't so. He wrote the Traveler's name, "John Rue," and decided to shake his hand and buy him a drink if they ever met on the road.

The following account was by a new Traveler who had never visited tech worlds before; he got confused and left. But in his account, he had some excellent information. The bicycle sounded interesting, the tip about English was good, and he mentioned he came from a boring place called Shimoor. Lis needed boring after that horrible experience.

His next steps will be to inspect that "bicycle" invention, stock up on food that would not bind him to a place, and go on a vacation in Shimoor.

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