“That’s reality, right? Big. Massive. Extremely complex, yet easily described using common household items such as oranges and plastic wrap. Ask the Kggghhhhtp and they’ll tell you it’s kind of like a Tktktktkdh slowly revolving in a word that can only be transmitted by thought but vaguely resembles the feeling you get when someone else blows out your last birthday candle. Basically, their equivalent of a drain.”

One of the comatose students jerked erratically.

“High Magic MADE all of that. Or, more accurately, it created a system of rules in which our reality would inevitably occur. What is and isn’t real can exist only within those rules. Unless someone uses high magic and undoes that rule. In that case, entropy could be skittles. Thought could be a sound. Smells could be something you experience via turtle. High Magic makes and breaks the rules. It is the source code and devkit of the universe. And if you suck a lot of godly dick, you might get to see it one day.”

One student perked up noticeably. Ugh.