Ungraspable. Impossible. What Iviaan tried to reach out to, dripped through his understanding like liquid, too inadequately big, and too inadequately small. It recoiled, as if burned, everything about it wrong on a cosmic and material level.
It did not fit this world.
The buzzing ceased, now being replaced by chiming. Something behind that bush reared upwards, bathing everything around it in soft light, an alerted angel.
Iviaan could feel something warm begin to trickle from his nose, down to his lips and chin, his thoughts left a grated mush after attempting to reach something so incomprehensible.