"A partial truth?" Rorschach believed Deryats was emphasizing her last sentence.
"That's right. I don't want to lead you astray into thinking this is all there is to magic. It's merely the silhouette we see from the Symbolic Realm. It's like a tree—whether you look at it from the ground or from above, it's still a tree, but the form you perceive is completely different."
"I think I understand a little." 'Clearly, for magic to manifest, there are conditions, costs, and laws. The inverted "tree" I'm seeing now merely reflects the origin, evolution, and current operational state of all magic spells.'
"If you can remember this sight, it might be of great benefit to your future path. As far as I know, few mortals have reached this place since the Age of Silence. Originally, one should be able to see the wills of the gods here..." Deryats glanced around, but the space contained only her and Rorschach.
