“Diving into the atmosphere of an unknown planet is an enormous joy,” mumbles Tlön between bites of a succulent fruit. “The colors suddenly daze you, no matter whether they veer toward the red, yellow, or blue part of the spectrum.” His mates look at him as he takes a few more bites. “But the joy of leaving that atmosphere, even if most splendid, is still far greater.” A few of his mates nod in silent agreement. “The joy of sinking back into the dark void which envelops all the planets, stars, and galaxies beats everything else I have experienced so far.” As he chucks a large pit into the dense bush surrounding them, he looks at his mates, many of whom are nodding by now: “That magnificent darkness surely beats all colors…” At his point his mates burst into laughter, but Tlön only nods a few times.