Binah | A sad place where one finds many graves.

❞ 𝓦𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓪 𝓬𝔂𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. ❞ ❞ 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝔂𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮. ❞

[There is a sound of a clicking lock.] "Apologies for my lateness and the inevitable nausea that is soon to come from me Locking this very space around us, bending it like so." "A challenge it was, to both pry myself away from a riveting discussion, and to recount this method."

...Now then. I will be gone for a short while. I have tea to partake in with an Assistant that I promised to put my full focus towards. I will return another time.

I find myself agreeing with your recommendation. My thanks, Priest.

Yes. Ongoingly, infact. Come now. Do not shy away.

...I had forgotten to check those. A busy day it was, I hope you understand.

...The Jade of Hongyuan? That makes less sense than the Captain of Central declaring I had 'Ruined Tiphereth's innocence' by answering his queries. I had, quite literally might I add, passed by the jade once. And whilst his fright was amusing at the time... Who thought of that?

No, see, you are thinking of an old Wing Experiment that did not end up being worthwhile. They used to. They do not any longer. As for where the current cameras are, that was scraped from my memory. Ask a Beholder.

..This is my free time, Pwie. This is all there typically is, lest I read a book or another Sephirah suggests. What you consider 'tenuous work to attend to so many people,' I consider an act of leisure. This is an objectively incorrect opinion, I am aware. I hold it regardless.

Should it be what I think it to be and whom, hold steadfast. Belief that it can harm you enables it to harm you. Listening to it shall only make it louder. You are a sanctuary; It is knocking on your door. Do not let it inside.

...Yet, in saying this, are you not giving me a hint of such? You are seen, child. You need not weep for affections of intensity. I hear you, child. You are known to me. You will prevail through what troubles your heart. Should this hug aid, have it for as long as you please.

I am a great fan of questions. They allow information to spread, curiosities to be known. The question then spreads for other minds to ponder. Ask all you will, Child whose name I cannot know through this medium. I have all of the time and amusement to answer with.

Again, yet General Works is mentioned... ...Ah, are you perhaps the one who has not yet drawn their first breath? If so, I am always open to the possibility. You are free to come by for tea at any time you would like. I will recite another 'Poem' for you.

I assure you, this is no jest, and this is very real, 'Manager.' What were my lines? Ah, yes. 'You cannot stop the grand current with just those hands of yours.' 'Rise. Collapse. Resonate.' 'You cannot escape the Head.' 'You cannot stop the torrent of this world alone.'

So many questions pointed my way. Very well, I shall answer openly... In a moment, I must get a cup of tea.

...It has been a while since i have Philosophized as a parting message for the night, what with all of the new changes. I suppose I should say a simple one given it is late; There is no meaning of life that will be given to you. You must find, or oft create, your very own.

Whilst I know it is you, I shall pretend it is not. Yes, tick tock. Tick tock until the day falls to twilight and the tune of the apocalypse sounds on the trumpets, echoing across the City, perhaps. Or perhaps that will never happen at all? It is truly quite amusing, fate.