A Chance to Stand in Your Light

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. The board came up into his hands easily but did not reveal itself as anything in particular to him. Bastien tilted it this way and that, trying to get a feel for it's weight and see if that would help make any more sense of the object. It seemed The Voice was not coming to help him work it out. Looking at it, it seemed almost like something designed to be hung on a wall or stood on...he did not have any nails but he dropped it back down to the ground and stepped onto it, waiting to see if anything would happen.