[There is... something there... it doesn't even seem so much in front of you as just under the surface. It's imperfect, it's fragile...
You don't really know what it is, as your eyes search the pieces, but it seems to go much, much deeper.
You are starting to feel light headed, and your pulse is painfully fast... a cool shudder runs down your spine chased by a strengthening of the headache building.]