Gale-Fire's voice rose like a melodious chime, chinking as if her tongue was made of thin copper, burnished and rubbed sharp. "In a twisted world where the sparrow flees the clutch of a eagle's talons in the deep ocean, flapping wings that stir currents: in a unaided rabble of confused Life, when the hoof-prints of horses are seen in the sky. Trees grow from the mirror of fresh rain, and poke into a reflection of what is truly there---but so impossible that it cannot be conceived by the mind of the Living."
Tatiana blinked, taking a step back from the ghost-like apparition that took the form and voice of the former Htyin mare Gale-Fire. "So what happens if somebody disrupt the illusion? Say---throws a rock into a pool that shows the moon's face, and the stars' glittering pelts?"
"Then the spell will be broken," the phantom lamented, "as the world will be broken; the earth will shake as those ripples roll away from the stone, distorting the surface."
