I hold my breath. The ship enters hyperspace. Eternity smells of fruit, musk and heated leather upholstery. The second stretches almost indefinitely.
I open my eyes. I'm on the other side of the galaxy ... The red haze of a dead star called the Sun by the ancients ...
Don `t doubt!
Anyone is capable of jantulating if he is able to see, remember, concentrate his will. You just need to clearly imagine the place where you are going to teleport yourself, and concentrate the latent energy of the brain into a single impulse. Above all, you need to have faith - the faith that the creator of this Charles Fort Giante has irrevocably lost. The slightest doubt blocks the ability to teleport.
Human inherent flaws inevitably limited jantation.
Rest assured: DHE. Distance. Height. Environment.
Rumors spread across the abyss between the planets, from end to end of the Solar System. Someone has taken the Big Leap. Someone has returned.
Someone made the Big Jump. Space Jump. Someone is back.