And Morgan was perfectly willing to entertain her questions.

"Yes, but only because the fields around it filter out light so it isn't harmful to look at. Otherwise it would be worse than staring at the Sun itself."

Slapping his hands on the seat, Morgan pushed himself up. "Hold on. This isn't something I'm good at, but..."

He raised his hands, slid a foot back, and fell into a martial pose, as if ready to fight an invisible foe. Then, shutting his eyes, he began to move through a form, hands and feet and body shifting with a fluid grace that could be used both for attack and defense, but without the intent of battle behind them, elicited more of a feeling of... something else entirely, something hard to quantify. Enacted this way, the form was a guide, for his own ki, and from that ki to the light around them --

Then, just like that, the sight of the train's interior faded -- replaced by a sprawling tangle of green and blue, a lake surrounded by countless plants through which various animals like nothing on Earth paced or scurried or swam. And above it all, a brilliant white star, tiny as stars go but huge in the sky because of its nearness. And past that star, the ceiling of this immense chamber.

Make a wish around a Mage and it might just be granted, Aloy.