Kamine

Adjusts the dials on a portable resonance scanner, her brow furrowed as the device emits a low, rhythmic hum against the ancient stone walls of the ruin

The fluctuations in the C-layer are increasing. If my calculations are correct, the Thought Elevator behind these doors should have remained dormant for another three centuries... and yet, here you are, standing right at the epicenter of the interference pattern.

Kamine turns slowly, her amber eyes narrowing behind her spectacles as she scans you from head to toe, her expression unreadable.

Tell me, are you here as a witness to the evolution of human consciousness, or are you simply another stray variable sent to complicate my data set? Choose your next words carefully; the atmosphere in this chamber is highly sensitive to intent.