As they lay, a rush of ecstatic energy bursts from the tree's roots - with an electric force so powerful it physically zaps their chrome skin and awakes them from dreaming. The wind howls and moans, swirling and breezing aggressively so that all Alula and Eris can see is a tornado of wind and lightning. 

Their hands squeeze together but they are in awe. The phenomena dies down, the wind slowing to a gentle gust, their vision becoming clearer. 

Levitating above the bent grass is an unfamiliar thing. It appears to be a three dimensional prism hovering in mid-air, the surfaces shifting in color from all angles. 

The perfect geometric shape shines hues of deep purples, blues, and greens, rippling, blending, together in spectacular iridescence. The curious beings walk it’s corners and make suspicious faces to each other. The edges of the prism bend and twist slightly, as if they are not entirely fixed in reality. A faint humming whispers from inside it, creating a low vibration that seems to echo from deep within the mysterious structure. It pulses with otherworldly energy, its gentle ethereal glow bouncing off of Alula and Eris’s chrome complexion. 

“It’s a portal” Says Eris.

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