You are possessed by a strange feeling as you view the glowing object closer. This specific sensation is indeed rather familiar, but you find yourself unable to search your memory to reason out why. You draw only blanks. There is nothing.
You first parsed sound here, then sight. Finally, as you gaze into this boundless starfield, you recall the sensation of touch. Cradled beneath your palm is a hard, rounded instrument of some sort. You cannot be certain as to whether it was there prior to your noticing it, but now, you feel its smooth top; and further, its proximity to some flat surface beneath it. With your middle psychic finger, you are touching a grooved arch.