“Blinding light and smoke enter the cabin as the plane begins spinning savagely along the asphalt. The hellish carousel twists through shadows of fire—death and reality both becoming blurred.”

“All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.”

“After all, spinning is its own reward. There wouldn't be carousels if it weren't so.”

“Whatever plane our consciousness may be acting in, both we and the things belonging to that plane are, for the time being, our only realities. As we rise in the scale of development we perceive that during the stages through which we have passed we mistook shadows for realities, and the upward progress of the Ego is a series of progressive awakenings, each advance bringing with it the idea that now, at last, we have reached "reality"; but only when we shall have reached the absolute Consciousness, and blended our own with it, shall we be free from the delusions produced by Maya [illusion]. ”

“Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.”

“...smoke twisting amongst the lights and turning the air a desolate blue, the colour of dead hopes and lost chances.”