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Illustrated by Kurt Huggins The stars flow beneath my slippers. Each of my steps blots out a new part of the sparkling void; I am a carefree god treading on the secrets of heaven on my way from kitchen to table. Walking on the unblemished glass of our viewing floor gives most people vertigo at the very least or night terrors at worst, but this is my home and my sanctuary. I see only potential and plenty in the infinite. The feeling is rubbing off on our guests. “I could not envision it before,” Charan says with that million-watt smile