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{A ~~fancy~~ handsome man appears in the Plane, looking quite shocked for a brief moment before his expression goes back to calm and neutral}

...This is a complex illusion, even for the Psalms. Only Lord Dashwood would be capable of something quite like this, and France is a bit too far for even the Psalms.

{He pulls a book from under his arm and brushes his finger over the cover, but doesn't open it}

The heavens are so close here, and so brilliant. I would wonder if it were God that crafted such a marvel, but it seems entirely impossible. I doubt even Galileo could have imagined the stars this marvelous or complex. Earth indeed grows smaller in its significance as time passes. I can only wonder what the kings of Our time would think of that idea.

{The man bows his head with a hint of a smile, only to look back up}

If this is a trick of a Psalm after all, I am no enemy. I work for Dashwood as a servant, Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre. And if this is Lorenza's trick, then I suppose I should only wait until her fancy is fulfilled.

{Noticing the library,} At least she would have the idea to supply me books as quiet company. For that, I suppose the illusion is welcome, if only as a momentary distraction.

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The people here tend to call it 'the Astral Plane.' A meeting place between realities, or so it has proven itself to be.

And by realities, what would you mean, monsieur?

If one were to take the entire universe, duplicate it, and set it beside itself, that would be a pair of realities.

{...he's heard some crazy things before, but that's a winner}

You must forgive my disbelief, but such a thing seems quite impossible.

But a place like this isn't?

It is not beyond the scope of what I have become accustomed to dealing with, I should say.

Would you like to know who is behind its creation?

If you would divulge it.

Did you meet a woman or a pair of porcelain children before arriving here?

I had, but I thought it was nothing more than an unusual dream.

You'll find that it wasn't. If you were to return to the shop, the twins will still be there. Those three are, as far as we know, in control of this experiment.

Then there is no connection to my home, I would assume.

It's very unlikely.

{Well, that's good}

Then what is the purpose of the experiment that you mentioned?

No one has mentioned it.

Then it is of no importance, or it is unknown?

Unknown. I assume to avoid interfering with the scientific integrity of the project.

I see.

{--but back to something so much more important}

You called it your library, though. Is it yours, or is that just a show of your endearment?

I bought it here, though I suppose you could consider it public now. A number of works I've never even heard of seem to have shown up in its shelves.

Then I should thank you for the contribution. I truly love books, but I rarely get a chance to read them because of my work.

Here, you will be afforded all the time you need.

Time does not pass?

Not at home, at least. Watches continue to move, if they can be counted as time's measure.

[he is secretly pleased by the puns in that sentence, though he doesn't show it]

Hardly. It is only the time passes at home that matters.

I should mention . . . the people here are not only from alternate worlds, but from different time periods.

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