Jane 23 did not understand what she was seeing. On the other side of the wall, there were not more walls. There were huge piles of scrap, but far away, and the floor in between her and them didn’t look like any floor she’d ever seen. Above them, there was a… a ceiling. But not a ceiling. It didn’t look touchable. She couldn’t explain it. There was a ceiling that wasn’t a ceiling, and it was blue. Just blue, for a long, long way. Blue for ever.
― Becky Chambers, A Closed and Common Orbit