““The universe had opened up and revealed its own perfectly blank face to her own, returning her gaze with a flattened emptiness that stretched on and on and on—a world so wide and featureless and open, so dark and formless, that light never pierced it: no sun, no moon, no stars. And it now seemed entirely possible that two girls and a stooped man carrying a pale blue urn could stumble mutely on across the face of it forever, seeking a home, or at least a resting place, and finding none.””
