You know, even as a child, I liked to climb to high places like trees or the roof of my home and look into space. Some of my favorite moments were when the moon was low and I could see the stars in the sky.
Space would light up, and the skies would be filled with the light of so many stars that I would think that I was looking at a river filled with pearls; however, when the stars shone so bright, it created a stark contrast with the portion of space that was dark.
As a child, I did not like looking at that darkness, because I knew that it represented emptiness, true emptiness like nothing I could ever imagine, and this was what I felt when I touched that which had destroyed the Gate Warden.
It was the cold and darkness between the light of the stars, the true between-places, and the Caelith hung in it as a seed dropped into an ocean with no floor, and the wardens were just a small obstacle between the Caelith and this thing that was coming for it.
