The Otherworld may be the closest non-mortal realm to our own, though concepts like ‘close’ or ‘distant’ don’t mean a lot in the non-Euclidian nightmare that are the Spirit Realms. I stepped out of the gate into a shadowy world beneath a starlit sky. A very starlit sky. I stared upwards into a night sky replete with more stars than I believed could fit between one horizon and another. I turned a full circle trying to spot a constellation I could recognise, but it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Wide bands of light criss-crossed the sky in bewildering patterns, looping and curving around each other like brush strokes on canvas. One horizon was bright with what seemed to be the Northern Lights, glowing purple and blue and green and other colours I wasn’t sure I could name. “It’s beautiful,” said Donnelly, behind me. “It is,” I said. “Do you remember it now?” he asked. “Did your memories of this place come back when you stepped through?” I hadn’t even considered this poss...