The crowd nodded and departed as if they had been dismissed for some odd reason. Rebecca felt no small relief upon their departure. The making of sounds is the basis for creation, my newly arrived guest from the future. Your utterances here have already disrupted our world, already reshaped things in a way they were not before. You must learn to control this power you call speaking, or it will destroy you and all things around you.
Sounds give rise to form and form gives rise to change.
But before you change a thing is necessary to understand its nature first. She nodded numbly, still uncomfortable with someone hearing her thoughts. Where am I, she tried again, mentally this time. The mountain upon which you stood is what this mountain will eventually become - a worn down pebble of its former glory and height. You have been brought to a time long before your kind emerged.