He unzipped the flap and threw it open.
There was no canvas inside. Just a glowing, spatial distortion — a tear in the cold air of the labyrinth that smelled, impossibly, of cedar.
[Spatial Artifact: The Star-Crossed Hacienda.]
[Durability: Indestructible (Internal), Fragile (External).]
[A localized pocket dimension bound to the fabric of deep space. Responds to the fundamental physiological needs of the tethered party.]
Maddie stepped through first, her hand on the hilt of her sword, only to freeze.
