[ Look, Julie has spent enough time telling stories only to find out the other person had no fucking clue what she was talking about from the start. She explains out of habit now.

Her brow knits. She wouldn't call it a shithole. It had been very shiny and pretty. Just... weird. Extremely weird and abstract. Most of the strange things she's seen in these other places haven't really been good or bad, exactly. Just odd. Like they mean something to someone, but that she can't understand herself.

She nods, the stitch between her eyes deepening. ] Either they're linked like we are, or else they're pullin' so much magic that the Singularity can see 'em too. But I don't know where all of these places are. They ain't here in the Horizon. Maybe like, some other dimension? I mean, other than... this other dimension.

[ Julie sighs heavily. This is all such a mindfuck. ]

Back home, most of the big religions only believed in one God. Some of 'em had more than one, but here, it feels like every little thing has its own god. So, if Nikodaemus is the god of reflections, and they're usin' that to hide, then we would need to find... the opposite of a reflection. Right? What's the opposite of a reflection? A black hole?