Continuing from yesterday’s excerpt:
Noting the puzzled look he received from Hawk Descending, he smiled.
“You believe you are sitting on a rock next to me, beside a stream. We are in a grassy clearing by a cottage, in a wooded valley surrounded by mountain.”
Hawk nodded. All of that was plain enough.
“Yet a week ago you sat in a prison cell. Tell me, how did you get from there to here?”
Hawk Descending struggled a moment. He could not explain. “Chantien brought me here by the magic of music.”
“Oh, did he now.”
And in the blink of an eye, Hawk Descending was back in his cell. The change of scene hit him with a wave of shock, close on the heels of which came despair.
“What is truly real?” He heard Celestia’s voice, though he could not see him.
Hawk Descending felt the floor where he sat. It was solid enough — solid and cold.
Then he was back on the rock by the stream. The rock was solid, yet warmed by the sun.
“Reality is a convention,” Celestia said.
“How did you do that?” Hawk looked around him, wondering if all this was an hallucination. Was he still in that prison cell, out of his mind?
“All of reality is an illusion, called to us in resonance with our beliefs. The only truth is that you are essence flowing through this moment of existence. We sit beside this stream only by agreement. When Chantien brought you here, you found yourself in this place through your agreement to accept the reality Chantien perceived — Chantien and myself. And Chantien was able to bring you here from the dungeon by letting go of the dungeon and resonating with the essential song of this place.”