In the clear and cloudless winter night sky, stars twinkled, and the starlight from the distant cosmos shone through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting silvery reflections across Gawain's room. The silvery starlight swept over the room's furnishings, leaving long shadows on the floor. Draped in his robe, Gawain approached the window and gazed up at the night sky for a long time.
He was fully awake and finally certain that he wasn't dreaming earlier—the cold night air further sharpened his senses, and at that moment, he recalled the satellite imagery that had been transmitted to him just moments ago.
