Time in her mental scape might as well have been a world of its own—the waking world so far removed from the happenings within.
The mental scape, as many would come to call it, was the concentration of all that made up a person, their very essence coming together to give form and meaning to what the mental scape would entail. To know a person look into their minds first.
This was the truest truth a person had.
Their total meaning gave birth to the shape of their mental world. And yet, many were not privy to this knowledge. Many would never understand it still, atleast not until they believed themselves at the journey's end—at the peak of what they thought was the truest essence of their Path.
And so, it could be said just how much of an opportunity Istrabell had stumbled upon, to witness this truth so early in her journey, even though she might not yet grasp its implications.
To carry such festering rot within the meaning of a person—the situation could only be termed dire.
