The Storyteller's tail sweeps across the ground, drawing swept wings into the glistening orange sand. They regard Shion in silence, perhaps deliberating their response carefully.

Then they pull their tome closer, and their eyes burn gold in the fire-light.

"The islands bend to your reality. Whether your reality corroborates with true reality -- neither they nor I can discern for you. When I tell you to turn your questions inward, this is what I mean."