The door clicks along hidden mechanisms and collapses into itself sideways impossibly again and again until the way forward is, if not clear, available to them.

The street is a river dark as space and glowing with starlight. Above it a wooden causeway traces its path. Each shop or home has a thin, swaying pathway connecting their front doors to the main 'street.' Mayerling says, "Hmm."

Gently, he rests a foot on the first plank of the bridge/path above the river. It collapses beneath nearly no weight. Mayerling turns his eyes to the architecture around them. "Is that how it is?"

The water, if this dhampir is like most of those from Mayerling's world, is a danger to them both. "Shall we try stepping on the next plank together?" Mayerling asks.