The creature defies definition across the board with only trace signitures as the coils of light come into larger configurations as you continue to talk "You deem us as unreal yet converse with us as a reality, what a delightful sense of pardox." The creature purrs as it develops a more singular voice. "Tell me child what kind of bliss is it that you seek. What deprivation of the norm is it that you seek in the pursuit of perfection?"