the idea is here. i have it. the real conundrum is implementation of the elements in the right weight and order, and dynamically maintaining an equilibrium of the existing structure in order to prevent another collapse. every magician who dared attempt to harness the dimensionality magic at last had to humbly respect Its character:

light, yet rapid;
subtle, yet piercing;

and power:

opening realms uncharted to those brave enough to trust themselves to Its flow and inviting them to embrace that which is unseeable, unhearable and unspeakable;
yet warping and bringing suffering upon those who approach It with fear and blindly trespass, interrupting Its flow and acting against the Universe.

yet it seems i aberrate from this principle. despite being guilty of greedily reaching out only for Its most desired parts in relapse, driven by desperation to be restored from expulsion from the Society, i exit without permanent damage ('least it seems so to me and my companion, heh), unlike a few schizoid wretches and another few demented ones…

it is my silent wish i prefer to call a hypothesis that It not only senses the seeker's intent he is aware of, but sees beyond what is perceivable by one's senses…