This is the gallery.
Or it can be at a moment's notice. Just follow a link to somewhere else, close your eyes, and pretend you're still here.
The night is clearer than ink. Well, our nights are. In the winter, at least. Cracking with cold and faint lights mingled with darkness, the sky so high up that the very presence of the air makes your head spin. Nights don't get much clearer than that.