The Galaxy, and the Ground Within (Wayfarers, #4)

by Becky Chambers

Once she’d grasped this, she could never again see life as a static thing, something with one immutable definition. The universe was not an object. It was a beam of light, and the colours that it split into changed depending on whose eyes were doing the looking.

The back of her neck prickled with the empty touch of being seen.

Right or not, relief conquered guilt.