The gate was sentient, fashioned that way for good reason, and so was both sentry and guide for those who wished to learn how to pass through.
The gate though solid had not a hinge nor lock, for the person themselves was the key and opening.
The gate was fashioned of concentrated light, not a material that can be woven in our realm yet is a simple matter for those whom have passed through.
The gate was open on one side, yet was so wide anything could pass. So despite their tallness and the strength of the metal, it was a simple stroll to the other side. Paul let his hand touch the ambient metal, no longer hot from the day nor cold from the soothing effect of evening air. It was as if it could vanish, as if the atoms themselves could choose to be free, to be something new.
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