At first, there seemed to have been a vast arrangement of screens floating suspended in midair hovering around the daemons. This arrangement had given birth to something new - or perhaps it is merely that our angle of view has shifted, revealing a different, eye-wateringly strange configuration.
A screen is flat, as are the images that the screen holds. In motion, the images surrounding our storytellers were not flat - indeed, they changed at every opportunity, with each blink or turn of the head.
No - they did not change, these motes, not truly. Rather, each mote represented a notion - a cluster of concepts, impressions, or beliefs. From any angle, they appeared differently to the observer. Such a multiplicity of imagery should have been overwhelming - and from certain angles, it was. Yet there were angles of the strange mosaic which revealed order, harmony - sublimity.