[Excerpt from a work of fiction, middle chapters]
Orchado was elated, like a boy of sixteen on the eve of the Fugue Feast. "When we are back in Gristol, I'll be named Royal Physician!
"Or you will be burned for heresy, Third Perfect. All depends on what we find when we get there." My master's voice was different, as if the air of the Outer Spheres added qualities normally absent: uncertainty, weakness, fear.
I risked another glance at the monolithic structure in the distance. It was a wonder for Orchado, a puzzle for Overseer Bryn, and for me a towering monument for emptiness; a magnificent shrine to madness.