What comes to mind is an already-transitioned-completed Tower moment verging on The Star, where:
The Tower, rearranging, upheave-refreshing your Temple-Inside-Home . . . after all the smoke and rubble cleared, a small child walks up . . . bright eyes in the night like a benevolent animal. The child starts asking you allsorts of questions which one by one in rapid-fire succession you answer until you have a conscious awareness amidst the benevolent barrage that you know all the answers and are seamlessly responding . . . at which point, the child sensing this, abruptly stops, and YOUR eyes begin to glow brighter and you ask the child, “Who are You?” And, the child’s eyes light up, “I am You, only new,” as the child looks up fade-merging into you as you look up and see . . . The Star . . . Your Star . . . shining your refreshed sense of actionable and on-the-move eternal hope.
Best to You,
(c) 2010, 2011 Jordan Hoggard