DI =====> BT

The world comes back into focus, the polyhedron no longer in your hand.
Nothing seems to have change, though you can't be too sure, seems like too much work for nothing to have happened. As you walkout of your room you hear Ginger barking down stairs and rush over to her. She's barking up a storm, staring out the sliding glass door in the livingroom. You come up to the glass door and look out, the open sky know warped into an infinite abyss. It's eerie, yet suprisingly beautiful.