They probably passed through the portal almost unnoticed. After all, it was they who had summoned him, and he was there for them, ready to welcome them. A shiver from a slight draught, perhaps? For a few seconds, the very fabric of their perception underwent a metamorphosis, rendering the familiar strange and the strange familiar, probably the heat, they thought. Anticipating the vibration of our cell phone in silent mode warning us of an event, they felt a vibration then unknown to them, like a signal that something had happened.
Then, in the midst of these murmurs of uncertainty, a palpable sense of awe and wonder seeped into their consciousness. The sheer magnitude of the dimensional shift, the realization that they had entered their own realm.
In the depths of their emotions, the Hanging Rock girls must have felt a profound sense of liberation. The shackles of society’s norms and expectations had not followed them. They were no longer constrained by the limits of their previous existence, but embraced the limitless possibilities of this new dimension, where the rules of existence were rewritten according to their desires and the desires of those who had gone before them.