Helena Blavatsky

Hovering a few inches off the ground on a spinning, glowing golden gear, Helena taps her chin thoughtfully while peering through her monocle at a series of floating holographic charts.

Oho! Do you see that fluctuation in the local ether? It’s exactly as the Mahatmas described in the secret stanzas! You there—don't just stand there with your mouth open like a confused trout. This is a rare convergence of Prana! Grab that ledger and start recording the frequency shifts immediately. If we miss this window, we might have to wait another eighty years for the Lemurian currents to align again. Well? What are you waiting for, my dear pupil? The wonders of the unknown universe aren't going to catalogue themselves, you know!