The smaller lights were not merely pinpricks either. Each one looked like a galaxy. Some were cloud-shaped. Others had wispy, spiraling arms.

And again, she felt as though her vision was being drawn by some dreamlike undercurrent into the arm of one particular galaxy, a spiral-armed galaxy. For a fraction of a split second she thought about tearing the glass away from her eye—if she even could at this point—but then she saw where her vision was being pulled into the galaxy's arm....