“At the start of the seemingly enchanted, ink-blotched forest, light leaked through the treetops as rays, like tiny streams of water through a beaver dam. He would, on occasion, stop and stare through the opening to remind himself what the sky looked like. Unfortunately, where Holt found himself further, whatever leaked through the analogous dam that existed previously, had been patched up. He could not see rays, but only mere photons clinging to the rough surface of tree bark and the tips of pine needles. The bright specks resembled what he imagined fairies to look like, their wings somewhere hidden in the blurry light bubble that surrounded them. His slight astigmatism made the creature’s detail much more amorphous.”