The passage through the Gates of Anteverse was a strange, disorienting experience. For a few heart-stopping seconds, the Odyssey was nowhere.
They were not in normal space or a jump corridor; they were in the tunnel between realities. The viewports showed only a perfect, velvet blackness, a silence so profound it felt like the entire universe was holding its breath.
The ship's systems went quiet, the hum of the engines and the glow of the consoles fading as they passed through the liminal space.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
Light flooded the bridge. The hum of the ship returned, and the consoles flickered back to life. They had arrived.
A collective, awestruck gasp rippled through the crew. No one spoke. No one moved. They could only stare out the main viewport, their minds struggling to comprehend the breathtaking sight before them.
