"Consider the moon, Rolmar," she said, her words floating like feathers untethered by earth's gravity, "Is it not a mirror of our soul's hidden chamber?"
"Mirrors? They deflect our truths," he replied as he paced on the ceiling. "But the spells of old weave a tapestry even we cannot see."
"In these continua, realities overlap like the pages of a forgotten tome. Ancient spells do not merely alter the physical but awaken the latent vibrations of understanding.