The planes, they twist and collide in an ever-present nature, like the wind and waves upon a rocky shore. It is by that notion that we are intrinsically connected, my friend. The taint of Daemon resides within you, even as the firmament of Rodor.
I am 99% sure that I am just taking an entire week off at this point so I can just sleep.
And hopefully not have nightmares about How Many Ways This Exhibit Could Go Wrong.