The Citizen took stock of where he was. There was marble beneath his feet and all around them, thick white pillars that rose skyward and vanished into the stars. From above, a gentle rain of flower petals fell all about them even as several stars burned fiercely at varying distances, providing no heat and not nearly as much light as they should.

Leaning over the edge of this platform floating in the firmament, the Citizen saw clouds far beneath him. Past them, lower still, a grassy meadow, the details of which should not have been visible from this far away, but were somehow -- cows, temples, people going about their business in an idyllic village by the lake.