Clear blue draws the eye into depths unguessable. A white-hot flaming mass too bright to look upon lurks at the edge of vision, bringing heat and light into the dark, glowing until it fades to red and grey. Showers of stars throb and pulse rhythmically, scattering light wantonly across the dome above to illumine soft darkness. Water hisses and patters as it quenches the built up heat and brings forth strength and form.

Aye, there is light here, too, and beauty my hands wrench from fallow ore. When your travels are over, Gimli son of Gloin, come back to me.