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John was taking a sip of his cup when his question was answered, and it remained to his lips for a few seconds before he remembered to put it down. The answer was strange, yet so simple. It occurred to him how easy it must have been, travelling the expanses of Fantasy, to encounter a thing that he had once seen in his own dreams. However, in this case, this was not mere coincidence for the Memorians, but part of some innate psychic ability.

And not only a gift of clairvoyance, it seemed as Abdown continued, but the determinant of their core existence. Well, that explains this fellow's fascination with clockwork, even if he probably didn't know how all the gears were supposed to work. The puzzle pieces fitting together in John's mind began to hint at a picture; of a world built around the dreams of its inhabitants, where the drifting Ideas said to govern the existence of every individual entity were possibly rooting themselves into the minds of Memoria's inhabitants. The thought of a world deriving its concepts and structure from the worlds around it reminded him of the parasite universes that latched onto other dimensions to siphon off time and existence from them, although in this case, it was simply a case of passive imitation and not active bloodletting.

"It is a fine tower, nevertheless," John said. "I cannot begin to list the benefits that could come from incorporating such architecture into our world, should we achieve the means of doing so. I have, however, heard of arguments against the use of the term "non-Euclidean" for spatial phenomenon of this type, as non-Euclidean simply refers to the geometry of spheres and the like, and that such geometry would only be a side-effect of alien geometries that we don't understand. I, on the other hand, tend to ignore such arguments until they can provide an adequate alternative term to describe it."

"Isn't 'eldritch' the word we use for shit like that, John?" said Max.

"Well, apparently, that term, while somewhat appropriate, carries a negative connotation and wouldn't fit into any factual reports for such phenomenon." John takes another sip of his tea as he says this.

"Figures," grunts Max in reply, taking a confectionary from one of the plates and engulfing it in one bite.

A few seconds of silence passes between the Chosen Few, some still processing the ambassador's answer, until finally a voice says, "Uh, guyth, I fink I got my fingerth thtuck in the handle. Can thomeone help?"
"Hold on a sec!" That came from Fancy, who was already standing up from his seat to go and assist his Toon comrade.