Black pine stanchions stretched upward on all sides, meeting with a vaulted ceiling of sidereal luminance. An unblemished orb of white granite lay in the center of the forest glade, beckoning him to creep further into its unearthly luminescence. The forest was deathly still, petrified in the glow of the spherical stone’s radiance. The dim constellations overhead circled around this centerpiece, this foundation of the sky. He was frozen in place, head inclined upwards, gaze locked on the entangled stars orbiting this point in space, circling each other eternally in their fluctuating paths. He saw that there was no center, only a limitless expanse of central points, orbiting one another without end, continuing unheeded in all directions and circling back, indefinitely, to this one inconsequential point.