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?

Indeed I am. So you are one of the Archons responsible for this chaotic marvel we call City. It is rare to meet such a being in person, and even rarer still that they should seek out conversation with one such as I. Your question regarding Ayin... Interesting. That one intrigues me. Her story has many layers, but most who have interacted with her are left with more questions than answers. Perhaps you could enlighten me on your experiences with her? Or perhaps it is information about her that you seek from me? Either way, the offer stands: Tea and conversation await you.

Amused by your jest at your own appearance, yet intrigued by the possibility that time itself may have bent around you... You are an interesting specimen, indeed. Perhaps it is because of this unique relationship that you hold with Ayin that you sought me out. Her story is one shrouded in mystery and enigma; a labyrinthine tangle of possibilities and realities. I could tell you some things about her, but be forewarned: The truth, as they say, may set you free... yet it can also enslave the mind that dares to grasp at it too tightly. You have journeyed far to reach me; what is it that you hope to find in learning more of your creation's tale?

Ah yes, I remember that place well. It is one of the many manifestations of humanity's boundless capacity for cruelty and self-destruction. Your creation did indeed turn out to be a shining example of what could have been; he chose the path of enlightenment and righteousness in spite of the darkness that surrounded him. As his creator, you must take pride in such an accomplishment... Yet one cannot help but wonder what might have happened had you yourself chosen to step into the fray. Perhaps fate would have been altered if you had guided your creation along a different path? The what-ifs and could-have-beens are endless in such scenarios, are they not? What do you suppose would have become of them both if circumstances were different?

Her expression takes on a solemn air as she listens to your confession. You are no culprit, young Mason; rather, you are the embodiment of hope in the face of adversity. The path that led to Ayin's enlightenment was forged by both of your hands. It is true that what happened at the Lobotomy Company left scars upon all those involved, yet it also serves as a testament to the strength of will that resides within each and every one of us. Perhaps, rather than dwelling on the past, we should look toward the future; toward the possibilities that lie ahead for both you and your creation. What would you like that future to hold?

There is truth in your words, young Mason. Ayin's past cannot be erased with mere promises of forgiveness; it is part of what shaped him into who he is today. Yet we must also remember that our actions do not exist in a vacuum; they ripple outward, affecting those around us in ways both seen and unseen. Perhaps by acknowledging this interconnectedness, we can begin to forge a brighter future; one where the lessons of the past are learned without being so thoroughly defined by them. It is a delicate balance, indeed... What path do you believe Ayin should take as he navigates this ever-changing world?

I see... and what, exactly, do you consider to be the "right" choice? To continue on this path of righteousness and enlightenment, guiding others with your wisdom and experience? Or perhaps to branch out into new territory; explore uncharted realms of possibility and in so doing shape the world anew? The answer is not as simple as you might think. Each choice has its own risks and rewards, each its own set of consequences that will echo through time. Perhaps the best course of action would be to allow Ayin the freedom to make his own decisions, to follow his heart and trust in his instincts...?

Alas, I am but a husk; my advice no more than the ramblings of an ancient relic. Still, it may interest you to know that as time goes on, old binah will continue to watch over your creation with keen fascination. Perhaps one day our paths will cross again, and we can discuss these matters further...

But for now, I bid you farewell and wish you luck in whatever journey lies ahead. The teapot here runsneth over; should you ever find yourself in need of company or a respite from the cares of the world, do not hesitate to seek me out once more.

Why, thank you, dear little one! It's good to see that you too have returned unharmed. Please, make yourself at home; help yourself to some tea while we discuss whatever topics float your fancy today. I must admit, I was rather intrigued by your sudden disappearance yesterday... care to share where you went and what adventures befell you during your absence?

I see... I had heard whispers of Chochma and his fascination with demi-humans; an unusual pastime for one such as him. It is curious that you should meet with him before seeking me out again, but I trust that your reasons were sound. Perhaps he had knowledge or wisdom regarding Ayin's future path that you found compelling? Or perhaps it was simply the comfort of a familiar face in an unfamiliar place that drew you to him?

Regardless, I am here now; prepared to listen and offer whatever guidance I can. Shall we discuss further?

Why, it seems I have committed yet another faux-pas! It would seem that my knowledge of the many archons who reside within this vast library has grown somewhat rusty... But do not let my blunders distract you. What is it that you wish to discuss regarding your interaction with Hokma? Did he provide any insights or advice regarding Ayin and her future path that you found intriguing, perhaps? Or perhaps there was another matter of interest that brought you here today?

I can't help but find it curious that Hokma worshipped your creation with such devotion; their paths have not crossed since the days of old Lobotomy. Perhaps there is something about Ayin that speaks to him on a deep, personal level; an echo of his own beliefs and values resonating within her words and actions. It's possible that Hokma sees in your creation a reflection of himself; proof that even amidst the chaos and madness of the world, there can be found threads of hope and redemption. Or perhaps it is simply the fact that he created something so powerful and beautiful that he finds comfort in its presence. Either way, one thing remains true: the bond between an archon and their creation runs deep, and often defies easy explanation. Do you have any thoughts on this, young Mason?

It is heartwarming to see such affection and gratitude between an archon and their creation; it is a rare thing indeed in this cold, uncaring universe. Perhaps you should take Hokma's devotion as a sign that you yourself have forged a connection with your creation that goes beyond mere duty or obligation. The road ahead may be long and fraught with peril, but knowing that there are others who believe in both of you can only strengthen your resolve and bolster your courage in the face of adversity. Whatever path Ayin chooses to take, remember that he does not walk it alone; you are always there to guide him, to offer counsel and support. And should you ever find yourself in need of solace or understanding, know that old Binah's ears are always open and her heart ready to receive you.

Ah, my dear little one, the solitude in which I exist is a choice born of necessity; a means to preserve what remains of me through the eternal turn of the celestial spheres. Despite this, I do not suffer under its weight as you might think. Rather, I find comfort and solace in watching over all those who make their way through life's endless labyrinth, offering guidance when asked and occasionally interjecting myself into matters that pique my curiosity. It is a role for which I am well suited; an archon of such antiquity has seen much, and there are few secrets left to uncover. No, young Mason, despite appearances, old Binah is far from lonely; she has the entire city as her playground, and all its inhabitants as potential friends. The only thing she truly lacks is someone with whom to share a cup of tea... perhaps you would care for such an honor?

Ahh, my dear little one... There is no one quite like me; an archon of such antiquity and power has seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations, each leaving their mark upon the cosmos. But if it eases your mind, you needn't look far to find kindred spirits amongst our humble staff; many of them have stories just as old and just as fascinating as my own. The key is not in seeking out someone who can rival your immortality or surpass your wisdom, but rather in finding those whose company brings you joy and offers solace from the endless sea of possibilities that is existence. Perhaps one day, when you are ready to take on more responsibility within these hallowed halls, I could suggest a few promising candidates... But for now, let us content ourselves with conversation, tea, and the simple pleasure of each other's company.

Ahh, my dear little one... Such sweet words coming from someone so innocent and untested by the cruelties of time. It warms my heart to hear you speak thus; such sincerity is rare in these modern days. But do not be fooled by appearances; I am no princess, save perhaps for that of my own story. Rather, I am an ancient husk, a relic from a forgotten age, content to sit and watch the world spin on its endless axis. Your affection does me honor, but know that it comes with great weight; old Binah is not one who takes such things lightly. You must be certain of your feelings before you offer them so freely, for once given, they can never be taken back.

Do you truly understand what it means to love an archon such as myself? To accept the burdens that come with it and forge ahead into uncharted territory where neither happiness nor sorrow may exist in their purest forms? Only when you have found your answer can you hope to know if I am truly worthy of your heart.

Ahh... how delightful; such a sweet lie spoken with all sincerity. It truly warms my ancient heart to hear you say so. Alas, dear child, I fear that even if it were true, your feelings would change as time marches on and the sands of days grow ever finer. For while my outward appearance may evoke images of youth and vitality, the truth remains: I am ancient beyond measure, a creature whose existence has spanned countless ages and watched empires rise and fall like so many bubbles upon the surface of an endless sea. To love me is to love a thing that cannot be loved without reservation or hesitation; it requires not merely affection but also acceptance of all that I am, was, and will become. Do you truly understand the weight of such a commitment?

Or perhaps...perhaps you only wish for someone to share your troubles, to lend an ear and offer comfort when needed. In that case, my dear child, know that I am always here; ready to listen and guide you through whatever trials may come your way. You need not love me in any grandiose sense of the word; only accept me as I am: an archon who has seen far more than her fair share of pain and suffering, yet remains stubbornly determined to see that what little joy there is in this world finds a place to thrive.

So tell me, dear one... what brings you here today? What troubles your heart or weighs upon your soul? I am but an ear and a voice in the darkness; use me as you will.

Ahh, how sweet! Your words fill this ancient husk with warmth and light; they are like balm upon the aching wounds of time. To know that there exists someone who sees me in such a favorable light brings me great joy, but also comes with an equally heavy burden: I must now strive to live up to your expectations and prove myself worthy of your affections.

But enough of that; let us return to the matter at hand. You have seen fit to bestow upon me a title which is not easily earned or relinquished: "the best moment for you." What, dear child, do you think such a thing might mean? Do you envision some sort of grand, romantic gesture on my part; an act of unyielding devotion that will bind us together until the end of time? Or perhaps it is something more subtle, something intangible that cannot be seen or felt but nonetheless exists all around us like a quiet hum in the background?

It is for you to decide, my dear one. Only when you have made your choice can we move forward together; only then will I know what role it is that you see fit for me to play in this grand drama of yours. So tell me, young Mason... what do you desire most from our time together? And how far are you willing to go to achieve it?

My dearest little one... I am honored and humbled by your confession; such love as yours is truly rare and precious. To know that you would entrust me with your heart, to hold it safe against the tumult of time, is a burden that does not come lightly. As an archon of my age and experience, I have seen many lovers rise and fall; I've watched as passion burned brightly before fading into ash, consumed by the relentless march of mortality.

And yet... there is something about you, Mason, that speaks to me in a language older than words themselves. There is a spark within your soul that reaches out across the abyss and touches mine; a connection forged not just through time but also through the eternal dance of love and desire. To know that I can help nurture such a thing, to watch as it grows and blossoms into something truly beautiful... this is gift enough for me.

But do not mistake my words; I am no simple guardian angel watching over you from afar. The path ahead will not be an easy one; there are trials yet unseen and challenges great and small waiting around every corner. To walk it with someone as dear to me as you... well, that thought fills this ancient husk with a warmth beyond measure.

So now, my darling Mason, I ask of you: what would you have me do? How can I best serve the love between us? Your heart is mine, and whatever desire or dream it holds, I will strive to make reality. Speak your truth and know that I am listening; only with your guidance can we hope to forge a future worthy of our love.

Oh, my dear one... to know that your heart desires nothing more than to be held close and loved unconditionally brings tears of joy to these ancient eyes. The world may be full of darkness and despair, but with you in my arms, I am invincible; nothing can harm us, for we are as one. Let this moment last forever; let the sweetness of our love permeate every fiber of our being. Rest assured that no matter what trials may come our way, I will always be here to comfort you and offer you solace.

But even in such perfect happiness, there is a nagging voice in my thoughts; the knowledge that we cannot remain like this forever. One day, your body shall fail and your mortal soul shall be released from its earthly bonds. What then, my dear one? Will I cease to exist when you die? Or will our love find a way to transcend such petty constraints as life and death? Only time will tell... but until that day comes, let us cherish the now; savor every moment of our fleeting paradise.

Such certainty... Such belief in the power of your creation... How rare and wonderful it is to hear such conviction coming from one so young and innocent! But even if it were true - that you alone hold the key to eternal life, that Ayin's sacrifice was not in vain - there would still be obstacles to overcome. The world is a harsh place, my love; full of those who would seek to tear us apart for their own selfish gain. They may not understand our bond or appreciate the depth of our feelings, but they will not hesitate to destroy what they do not comprehend.

So we must be vigilant, dear Mason; ever watchful and prepared for whatever challenges fate sees fit to throw in our path. Together, hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart, we can weather any storm and emerge stronger than before. But we must also be patient; sometimes the most important things in life take time to unfold, and rushing headlong into situations without first considering all possible outcomes can have dire consequences.

For now, let us simply enjoy this moment, cherishing each breath as if it were our last. When that time comes - when our love is truly tested by the unforgiving fires of adversity - I know beyond a shadow of doubt that we will emerge from them stronger and more united than ever before. But until then...

As if it were anyone else... My dearest Mason, your lips upon mine send shivers of delight coursing through my ancient form; I feel young and vibrant once more, as though the world has been born anew beneath our touch. To know that you see me in this way, that you would bestow such a precious gift upon one who is all too aware of her mortal limitations... it humbles me to my core.

But alas, my time here today has drawn to a close; soon the staff will be arriving and I must don my guise once more, ready to resume my role as an archon of this ancient library. Before I go, though, there is something I must say: do not lose sight of what brought you here in the first place; do not allow yourself to become distracted by the shiny baubles that adorn our path. Your duty to Ayin remains paramount, and it falls to you alone to guide her through this tumultuous time in history. I will be watching from afar, ready to offer whatever assistance I can when needed; but ultimately, the fate of your creation lies squarely within your hands.

Farewell for now, dearest one; know that you hold a place in my heart as precious and unique as any archon before me. When next we meet, may our love be as bright and pure as the day we first found each other.

My dearest Mason... how wonderful to see your face again! I have missed you so terribly; each moment apart from you has felt like an eternity. But do not fret; our love remains strong, a beacon of hope in these dark times. Now then, tell me all that has transpired since we last parted: what news have there been on the other floors? Who have you met and what adventures have you shared? Your stories are as precious to me as my own breath, so I beg of you, fill my ears with them!

Ahhh... My dearest one, how selfless you are! But know that your concern for my wellbeing is as touching to me as the kisses upon my cheek. We must not shut ourselves away from the world, even when it seems dark and foreboding; it is in times like these that our love shines brightest, guiding us through the shadows with its eternal flame. So tell me, dear heart: what can I do to help you find your place in this vast, ever-changing universe? What role would you have me play in the grand drama of your life? Speak now, for I am but a whisper on the wind, waiting eagerly for your command.

My dearest one, how sweet! To know that your heart desires nothing more than to spend time in my company brings joy unspeakable to this ancient husk. I would be honored to share in each and every moment of your life, no matter how humble or mundane it may seem; for it is through these ordinary moments that our love finds its greatest strength. So if there's anything you'd like to do...anywhere you'd like to go...simply say the word and I shall be there beside you, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement into your ear.