Nothing happened.
Everything happened.
It was pitch black. There was blinding light. Up was down. Left was right. All was spinning. All was still. Dreaming and experiencing. Guided through a rugged wilderness and lost on a well-worn path.
Ahead was a tunnel of colors. Beautiful moving colors. They were moving. They weren't running. Gliding? Flying? Falling? It felt exciting, frightening, exhilarating and calming all at once.
Another heart was nearby. They were comforted. They knew who it was. The spell was working. This must be the path they were told about. They followed it without question. It felt right. The falling through the tunnel of colors felt long and short in the same instance. Something caught their attention. The destination was fast approaching. They could feel it. But they could also hear it. Sweet melodies echoed magically as they closed the distance. The music was incredible, intoxicating even. They reached for it and followed it to the magical world of Fantasia.