Ben froze, blinked, looked around.
“What is this?” he asked. His eyes lingered what seemed like forever on the image on the far wall, currently a street lined with shops topped by homes, the curve of the dome high in the sky in the distance. The image moved, slowly, like you were really there, strolling down the cobbled moonstone. “Cole?”
“Sorry I kicked you out earlier, but I wanted to get this all set up,” Colton said, running his fingers over the shell of an ostrich egg, wondering whether he should go ahead and crack it.
Ben moved closer to the wall, eyes glued to the shifting image as it turned into a garden tucked between buildings, mostly decorative moon rocks, some large art sculptures, the odd plant. The music played faintly in the background. Colton bit his lip, waiting. He beg
