Cieran climbed up into the attic of the Magic Tower. The attic loomed above the enormous gallery with its magically enchanted objects. The ceiling of the gallery was enchanted to look like the sky above them. During the day it was blue and often dotted with clouds. At night, stars danced over the heads of those in the room. Most of the students at the school were amazed by the spectacle.

Cieran, on the other hand, liked the attic above even more. The stars that were reflected on the ceiling of the room below showed on the floor of the attic. It was like walking in the sky when he visited the room. He settled into a corner nook and watched the starry floor. He might not sleep tonight, but at least he could find rest of some form.