“There are some who say the House was built upon grounds given to us by the Faerie, using the wood of trees that never graced the mortal world. This is true.

“There are some who say the House was built from a fragment of God himself (specifically, his left earlobe). This is also true.

“There are some who say that the House is constructed of belief distilled into solid matter and mortared with liquid dreams. True.

“Sculpted from magic by the greatest Thaumaturgists the Universities have ever trained. True.

“Interdimensional alien superbeings. Also true.”

“But what do you say?"

“Simple. I designed the house.”

“You? Prove it."

“Certainly. Here are the plans.”

“All I see is a blank sheet of paper."

“That’s just your mind protecting itself.”

“From what?"

“Insanity. The House exists in the space between spaces. Outside of reality, nestled in a crack in space-time. The laws that bind the universe hold no power over the House.

“In fact… nothing does.”