This question was becoming just a part of some rhetorical ritual.

- What do you mean this time?

- People are not like that.

A shrug of the shoulders - they say, I have already told you everything about this.

- What is interesting for you?

- Magic.

M-yes. Exhaustive.

But are you at least somewhat relaxed?

Devlin suddenly looked into my eyes with a strange expression:

- Yes. And I think I can show you how, if that's what you want.

A flood of curiosity swept over me. Rushing furiously across the rough terrain of my mind, fantasy slipped me a bunch of pictures: from a collection of butterflies...