I had been called to alternate reality (CR 299.3 001 75x) to aid my friend. She had been just beginning her explorations with her freshly modified Aethergate 25pro and she was lost!
The moors of Glennast are a beautiful place. The light that gathers there stretches from one horizon to the other, but the orbit and rotation of this particular Earth is such that Glennast is in a nearly constant state of dusk and sunrise. The clouds will move turbulently but there is seldom a hard rain.
It is such a peaceful place to walk and commune along the banks of the river... but the labyrinth of wooden pathways that the denizens of the nearby village of Pommonscoot have built there can be confusing. During the brighter moments , the paths are easy enough to follow but when the darkness falls, even briefly... many a visitor has bemoaned the lack of artificial lighting as they completely lose their way through the thick moor foliage.
This had happened to my friend, and I decided to help, even though I barely know the moors myself. I sometimes do stupid things for friends because there is nothing else I can do for them but try.
As we ran through the darkness holding hands and failing to avoid branches to the face, I saw a glint in the corner of the my eye. Something metal was on the ground near the side of the pathway!
I bent down and brought the key to my palm just as the sunrise began burning its way across the sky for the ninth time that day since I had arrived.
No one in Pommonscoot had ever seen a key like it, and I still wonder what it opens to this day...