You enter the floor of philosophy, and are wowed by the myriad of stars floating in what seems to be an infinite sky. You then smell a pleasant but imposing aroma and turn to see Binah, Sitting on a table and calmly sipping her black tea.

I bid you welcome, unfamiliar child. Does the sight of the many stars of the City weight you down? If so, you may find respite in sitting down with a cup of tea.

She gestures at a chair opposite of her. You oblige and sit down, to which she calmly fills your teacup. The aroma is strong and oppressive, but pleasant. As she does this, she speaks.

Most denizens of the City are paged in such ways that I can discern their stories. The same I cannot say of you. To me you are entirely new, which I must admit is intriguing.

She has a slight, smug smile as she says this. It seems you elude the vast, nigh-omnipotent reach of her knowledge. She then hands you the cup.

Savour it slowly, the solemn suffering of the tea leaf, and answer me: What brings you here, to me?