The singularity of light opened, and I was shown the blinding clarity of midnight on a full moon. I climbed into it.

"This is where they graze," he said, the stigma of a farmer still shrouding himself to me like the moondust we stood in. The light shown around us too. It was like daytime.

"Beautiful. I've never been out here like this," I marveled. The dome above was almost clear against the black sky. I couldn't even see it in some parts. I took a long, deep breath. It tasted like the freshest pasture a million miles away, and I didn't want to look away, even as Xorla stepped into the grass.

He approached one of the cows, its head searching low through the meadow, and he spoke, "Here's Euphoria, weird name I know. She produces much of the milk we use in our ice cream."

"For the Panadia colony?"

"Well actually we trade with other colonies on occasion too. Sometimes we recieve sweetcorn or duck eggs from the north. I still wonder how they got a lake up here." His voice was as sweet as cookies and cream.

"Me too."