Cosmic Hot Interstellar Plasma

ooc: quote is by Chuang-tzu Chinese philosopher.

The reason, why there were many people, who didn't like stories, was because they described fake lives and events that had never happened. They couldn't see the lure of the amazing chance of adventure, of being, whoever you wanted, of an escape from reality, that was sometimes too hard and dull to live in. They stood firmly on their ground - all four paws rooted - and they were satisfied with what they had got. Yet Osprey had always believed that every story had a bit of truth, had a bit of life in it. She recalled a riddle she had heard from the nomads, which described perfectly of how she felt about the story-telling as whole. Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, flittering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly…suddenly I awoke… Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. How could you know for sure that you weren't part of a bigger story? Or that the story was the real life and yours was imagined. Complicated, when you got too deep in it.

"... an invisible wall - he went through it with such force that he caught fire. And now he wasn't the pink wolf Ilbert anymore, but a mighty, burning comet, that was dashing through the universe - past stars, planets and whatever else up there is. It felt a little strange to be so changed, yet Ilbert was happy about the fact that - even though his form had changed - he himself had remained the same. After a while he found out that he could change the direction of his flight at will and then..." Fitz wanted a twist of events - he got it. Now his task was to get the story to the next level. Her smile was a little challenging - she wanted to know, if the younger male would toss the story-line in a more complex direction.