[The monk released the glass. The beaker fell up and shattered, shards cascading along the ceiling as they might normally do on the floor.]

In this Realm, belief makes it so. I believe it will fall up, therefore the beaker falls up. Were I to believe it would move sideways, it would. The same is true for down as well. Were you to drop one, it would fall as logic dictates because your belief lies solely within that.

[Wlodzislaw reached a hand behind his back and pulled the beaker out from behind it, the shards having disappeared from the ceiling. He set it aside on the shelf.]

Tell me, how is it you found the arch to this Realm?