same deal with winter. more wint?

He had woken up like always, in some desolate corner shielded from sight, immediately rising and packing his meager belongings in a self made rucksack before setting off. Each day he tried to clear as much distance possible, aware of the dangers staying stationary might attract.

There were portals he passed through regularly that seemed quite common to these alien worlds, so he thought nothing of stepping into this particular one, indistinguishable from the rest. The walk inside these wormholes was like momentarily falling asleep before you emerged from the other side. It was how he had travelled all those years.

Which is why he had been alarmed once he stepped in. The familiar lethargic blanket that would overtake him was absent. He was completely alert and responsive.

He grunted in confusion, and looked behind him to check for the opening. Gone. Before him, a swirling tunnel with no end in sight.

“God.” He muttered, pressing forward despite his uncertainties. The channel was white and fluffy, like clouds. Would that mean he was dead, he wondered? He dashed the pessimistic thought, though it was comforting to travel a heavenly path rather than a fiery one.