Continued from Beyond the Obelisk...
Briar Rose pokes her head through the portal. She experiences a feeling not unlike dipping her head through a fall of cold water, or an aqueous bubble. There is a feeling of wet; a pressure; a sense of yielding...
And then she is sucked through, drawn in like an insect trapped in amber...
She is standing on a small beach, sandy and pebble strewn. Waves crash, chewing on the beach and off to her left and right, clawing at the hardy cliffs. She is on an island. Azure sky. Wine dark sea. The island is all sand and rock and intimidating cliffs.
The way forward is a narrow path that scythes through the rocky interior.