"To some degree," she said softly. "It's all image and...and song. Like the wind, the land. Scents. It's an art to interpret, really. I grew up with it, I know the language, so to speak. It's a different sort of communication."

Her smile was a soft curl, now almost lost to the night. She was silent for a long while, tracing familiar constellations that were nothing but Thinking Machine generated.

"Nothing is familiar outside," Arha said, closing her eyes wearily. "I think we are between between realities. I think this is truth because there are so many who come from different places with different rules in their Universes."