The 'window', as she'd called it, was quite a bit too small to get through, though the term did suit its shape. It was a rectangular hole cut into the back wall of the smooth-stoned cave, lying long on its horizontal line and just above Song's eye level. As she'd described, the view was of another place entirely, with blue skies and a hint of wide open plain. It was as if a little patch of some other world had been misplaced.