I make my way towards the odd-looking tube, luster reflecting off its glass like a beam of sunshine. The world sinks around me as my eyes reach the cylindrical portal to the ever-extending sky. My fingers orbit the metallic ledge in which this scope, exhibiting the beginning of time, extends to. I suddenly envision my place in the universe, painted in multicolor traces of gas transcending our perception of light. Billions of constellations and galaxies I once thought hidden away seem reachable in the glimpse of a moment. As I close my eyes, the sentiment of the unknown encloses me.
