On top of the Tholo Filix saw farther than he ever had before. There were few times he was able to sneak out, and when he did he gazed past the tendrils of smoke that escaped through holes in the ceiling, past the giant stell tree trunks that looked like they held up a gray blanket of clouds from smothering the Tholo, and beyond to the sliver of red light on the horizon where his world ended and another began.