This is the border between the physical world and the world of Azmith and her ghost wolves. From the outside it looks like water, suspended vertically, shimmering with magic light in a disk of beauty. If one looks hard enough, they can see the winged through the water in another world, but do not cross the beautiful threshold for only winged ones may enter here. The living come here for solace or to meet with their deceased loved ones, the dead may come and go freely through this porthole and yet, must always return.
