A great swath of white light issued from the open mouth of Adam Marbrand; those gathered thought to scream, for flame burned them, but there was no pain, no panic as it careened through the chamber. The hundreds of black suits and black gowns and white pearls and costly eye-wear all turned to leaping hues of blue and green and red and yellow. They were molten like the sun that gave them life. They sat and they watched, and Adam stood in the wake of speech.

“Remember the light in the bulb beside your bed? That turned off with a switch and broke with a hit and could only be seen when it was there? This is like that, and sunrise, but you won’t understand until you’re inside it. There is nothing to fear, Adam. Go on, go on. I will not move a muscle, and if I see you flail, which you will not, I will come running.”