"Around and around and around. The night was spinning, the glaring incandescence blinding him in the darkness, as the branches of the trees stretched high into the celestial tapestry. He felt the ground beneath him give way. Down he sank, feet first, engulfed into the rippling pool of grass. Like liquid, the earth swallowed him whole, until the fox, the carousel, and finally the forest disappeared above him. Slowly he descended from the ceiling, brushing against the chandelier, into the west drawing room, now completely dark save for the streak of light that poured in from the hallway."