Windows on the sky. Darkness within enables vision. Stars, wheeling past. Clear, sharp stars in winter darkness. Cold night, cold light. Chilling points of diamond in an obsidian sky. Or are they tiny pits, holes in that dark dome, cryptic hints of stellar fires beyond?
Narcissus-X reaches into the darkness: not with flesh and bone, but with mind and - - -
Narcoleptic visions of stars wheeling overhead.
Strange paradox, that darkness brings vision, night reveals lights.