Seraphim loves ‘random dialling’ her gate, and leaping through that liquid-blue portal…
… a leap into some unknown location…
… is it safe, here?…
… what are the locals like?… are they nearby?…
… as the portal evaporates into plasma-mist…
… and the tell-tale glare of arrival dissipates from the gate…
… she walks into the new place she has found…
… never knowing what she will find here.
