From the outside it's a stick, a ball, and a long walk. That's the surface level. You've been further.
The dawn round where the light does something you'll still be describing in ten years. The stretch of holes where time goes soft and you're somewhere else entirely—a higher plane, a different timeline, a version of yourself who only shows up out here. Look at everywhere this game has taken you without ever leaving the ground. And somewhere out past the rings there's a course with trees on it and a saucer parked where the cart should be—you already know how that first tee shot feels.
