“Mars is out tonight,” the lion says.

“Oh?” asks the blind beetle. “What does it look like?”

“Remember the colors you saw before you lost your sight? Now condense all those colors into a little pinpoint and put it in the corner of a black canvas. That’s what it looks like.”

“It must be incredible.” The beetle pauses. “What does the sunrise in the morning look like?”

“Like those same colors,” the lion replies, “only expanded across the sky. And they shine like the reflection of the light on your shell.”

“Lion?” says the beetle. “I’m glad you’re my eyes.”