“… They departed for Paris without first saying farewell to the colossal, spiraling pine trees that guarded their path. Juno searched for the creases — they were everywhere, after all — and once she had found one she simply peeled away that fabric of reality, as if the world were no more than a two-dimensional sheet of paper. With one step they had traversed a thousand acres. How? Well, to simply state that they were able to do this because they were gods would be a trite explanation — misinformed even. Anyone could walk through the in-between spaces. They are absent pathways with no bias. Imagine a billion spools of yarn that start without origin and lead to anywhere, which could easily be confused as nowhere should you misstep. These in-between spaces belong to no one other than Time. And that is exactly the price of taking these paths. To a god that currency is a cheap one, but to man… well, I needn’t explain any further. Anyone — mortal of divine — could take the short walk to elsewhere, or the long walk depending on perspective…”
You just have to know where to look.
Photo credit: The Sandman by Neil Gaiman