A few hours ago, you had been freed from stasis and chosen as an Assistant Librarian for the Floor of Philosophy.

Upon being teleported to the Floor, you were met with the rich scent of black tea and books. The scenery was a dark yet dimly lit space, the floor was a mysterious water that you could tread the surface of and not get wet. Shelves were purposely wonky and oddly shaped with roots digging into the Floor. Above you, countless little stars danced and flickered as if actual stars from the night sky.

"Say... Do you like black tea?"

A low and soothing voice, etched with the experience of someone wise had spoken up. A question most bizarre yet one you felt compelled to answer, whether out of intrigue, fear or something else.

There sat a woman to the right of you, a woman drinking tea, a woman who... exuded an aura of power and fear yet wisdom.

"I am Binah. Now I will ask again; do you like black tea or do you prefer the taste of coffee like that blue noble below my Floor?"