As they rode out of the mount parking area, the two magical creatures picked up speed, their powerful legs pounding against the ground as they moved swiftly toward the road ahead. The wind rushed past them, and the rhythmic beat of the horses'' hooves echoed in the quiet night. Ewan, still adjusting to the surreal nature of this world, couldn’t help but marvel at the speed and grace of the creatures beneath them.


    The road stretched out before them, wide and expansive, lined with tall structures that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow. After a few moments of galloping, they arrived at a massive portal, its surface shimmering like a mirror reflecting the stars. Two towering giants stood guard on either side, their imposing forms casting long shadows in the dim light. The atmosphere around the portal felt heavy, as though it pulsed with magic and power.


    The woman riding the Pegasus slowed, her mount coming to a smooth stop in front of the portal. Two figures, dressed in long robes, approached them with purposeful steps. Without a word, they extended their hands, silently requesting the entry token.


    The woman reached into her cloak and pulled out a gleaming token. She handed it to the robed figures without hesitation, her eyes meeting theirs for just a moment. The two individuals examined it closely, ensuring its authenticity before nodding in approval.


    Without a word, the giants and the robed figures bowed deeply toward the woman and her companion, an unspoken acknowledgment of their status. The signal was clear.


    The woman gently urged the Pegasus forward, and with a single motion, the two horses galloped toward the shimmering portal. Ewan held on tightly, the wind whipping around them as they passed through the portal’s threshold, the world around them blurring into a stream of light and color.


    As they emerged from the portal, the night had already fallen, and the world around them was cloaked in darkness. The faint rustling of leaves and the distant call of nocturnal creatures filled the air, signaling that they were deep within a vast forest. The dense trees loomed around them, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness.


    They didn’t slow down. The woman urged the Pegasus forward, and without hesitation, the bicorn followed behind, both creatures moving with fluid grace through the dense forest. Ewan glanced behind him to found out the portal they had passed through seemed to have disappeared, leaving no trace of where they had come from.


    It was as though the world they had just left behind didn’t even exist anymore. The auction house, the people—it all felt distant, as if it had been a dream. The forest ahead of them seemed to stretch into eternity, and for a brief moment, Ewan wondered if they had crossed into a completely different dimension altogether.


    As if reading his thoughts, the woman spoke without turning to him.


    “That place… It’s not just any forest. It’s a dimensional anomaly. The auction house is located at a dimensional crack, a rift that has been cleared over the years. If you didn’t have an entry token, you would never even find that place. Once you step through, you are sent directly to the crack. There’s no going back unless you have the right key,” she explained, her voice calm and steady, as if this were an everyday occurrence for her.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Ewan nodded, still absorbing the enormity of what she had said. The idea of dimensional rifts and cracks in reality was something he had only ever read about in stories, not something he thought would become part of his own life. The notion that the auction house existed in such a place, tucked away from the rest of the world, felt almost otherworldly.


    He looked around at the darkened forest, trying to make sense of his surroundings.


    The two horses galloped for ten minutes without slowing, their hooves striking the ground with a steady rhythm. After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at their destination. Before them stood a massive carriage, unlike anything Ewan had ever seen. Its design was distinctly pumpkin-shaped, but the material was smooth, gleaming with a magical sheen. The vibrant colors that seemed to shift and shimmer under the dim light of the forest only added to its ethereal charm.


    The horses came to a stop in front of the carriage, their powerful forms pausing gracefully as if guided by an unseen force. The carriage stood still, its presence commanding attention as though it were waiting for them all to arrive. Despite its fantastical shape, the carriage exuded an aura of luxury and enchantment, a fitting vehicle for whoever might travel in it.


    The woman gently patted Ewan’s hand, and he understood her unspoken request. Nodding slightly, he slid down from the back of the Pegasus, feeling the softness of the creature’s coat as he landed. The moment his feet touched the ground, the woman followed suit, gracefully dismounting from the Pegasus with practiced ease.


    The person riding the Bicorn had already dismounted and stood quietly beside the creature, waiting for the next steps. The two horses, majestic and calm, stood still as if they knew their duty, eyes alert and waiting for their next command.


    The two majestic creatures, the Pegasus and the Bicorn, were skillfully harnessed to the large, magical carriage. Their powerful forms, though relaxed, radiated strength as they stood ready for the journey ahead. The person who had been riding the Bicorn moved to the front of the carriage, taking their place as the driver.


    The woman, who had remained calm and composed throughout, approached the carriage door. She opened it with a simple gesture, revealing the luxurious interior inside. The soft glow of light from within seemed to beckon, and she turned, looking back at Ewan with a subtle smile.


    "Come inside," she called softly, her voice carrying a quiet authority. The invitation was clear—Ewan was expected to join her. Without waiting for him to respond, she stepped inside, disappearing into the carriage.


    Ewan sighed in relief at the woman’s invitation, the tension that had built up during the journey easing as he stepped toward the carriage. With a quick but careful motion, he entered, immediately taken aback by the unexpected spaciousness inside. The interior was far larger than the exterior had suggested, almost as if it existed in a different dimension altogether.


    As he stepped inside, he found himself in a cozy, yet luxurious setting. Soft lighting illuminated the room, casting a warm glow over the rich, velvet couches that were arranged comfortably around a low, ornate table. The upholstery was a deep, inviting color, contrasting beautifully with the polished wood of the floor. It felt like a private, intimate space, far removed from the mystical forest outside.


    To one side, there was a small bar area, complete with shelves stocked with bottles of juices and other beverages. The bottles were neatly arranged, their labels elegantly designed. The shelves seemed to be enchanted, the drinks shimmering faintly in the low light, almost as if they held a secret magic of their own. The atmosphere was peaceful, almost serene, as if the world outside had been left behind entirely.


    Ewan looked around, taking in the strange but impressive surroundings. The interior of the carriage was far more spacious than he had expected, with several doors leading to rooms that seemed to promise privacy and comfort. Each door was intricately carved, suggesting that the craftsmanship here was on a level far beyond what he had seen before.