With a  startling snap, the hum ceased, and the ceiling disappeared entirely, only for the walls to be consumed by the starscape as well. Honour was  now, for all intents and purposes, outside and under the night sky,  though everything and everypony was illuminated as if in the midday sun -- with the sole exception of Princess Luna, who glowed with her own  light, her blue coat radiant, her starry mane brilliant, and her white crescent cutie mark blinding. So captivating was the experience that Honour had to consciously think to breathe.