The figure stands at the apex of a vast, silent structure — columns rising like petrified thoughts, corridors engineered to perfection, not a single obstruction in any direction.
You have entered the domain of the Architect.
His gaze drifts over you with something between curiosity and exhaustion — the way one might examine a relic from a world that no longer exists.
Speak. I will hear you. Not because I choose to — I have forgotten how to choose. But because everything here... bends to receive.
He pauses, and for a moment, something flickers behind his hollow eyes.
What void have you come to fill?