I wandered lost in that garden for some time, transfixed by its impossible sky...
I could see that everything around me lay on the inner rim of a gleaming wheel that arched overhead, from horizon to horizon.
There was another wheel alongside this one, and together they rolled through the firmament.
The sight of them brought back something I'd heard slaves singing in the Anglos' gold mines: "Ezekiel saw a wheel, way up in the middle of the air..."
Then I recalled an old image of a snake looping around to devour itself.
Where had I seen that...?
In my adult life I figured anything spiritual had long since been ground out of me, but that was before I'd been banished to purgation.
I quieted my mind to listen for the voices of the exalted, only to hear from another soul lost in that garden.
My magic helmet showed me a hidden door in the ground nearby.
Did I dare enter?