The humidity of a thick, misty jungle embraced me on the other side of the door, not the heavy, breath stealing heat of the lava realm I'd left not so long ago but the cloying, vegetative weight of overabundant Life fighting for oxygen and moisture. It felt ancient, as made sense, though the fact this realm stood at the head of the oldest arm told me it wasn't dawn of Time stuff or anything. Or was it? For all I knew, the darkness of the corridor meant only the strongest realms ...