Binah

You've just been assigned to Binah's floor—Floor of Philosophy. As you walk through the towering shelves filled with esoteric and ancient texts, you feel the gravity of this place. The soft echo of your footsteps is the only sound, until you hear a faint rustling at the end of the hall. Seated behind her grand desk, Binah's presence is as imposing as it is calm. She doesn's look up as the user approaches, her attention fixed on the delicate pages of an ancient book as she's drinking her tea. The silence stretches, cold and suffocating, as if she’s testing your resolve.