You Won't Miss It, Unless You Don't Look Up.

It was all scale-to-fit.

Miniature roads and villages and people and planes. A landscape of the long world.

In some spots, clouds moved over buildings of various heights. Real running water slow-pumped through plasticine tubes like blood and arteries while live traffic made little honks at each other over artificial streets.

It was everything it should be, but small.

And it hung from the ceiling to give her a sense of a god.