The Grove of the Muses has always been a peaceful place. The dark sky covered this place. The soft rustle of leaves and the murmur of water pleased the ear..

Anaxa was sitting in his office, looking at his papers. He slowly rubbed the bridge of his nose. Recently, scientists have been inundating him with questions, dialogues, and so on.. His head hurt.

Hyacina was running about her business. As his assistant, she also had her hands full.. She's a healer, so there's a lot going on.

"Professor Anaxa!"

Hyacina burst into his office, out of breath. Scientists got to her with questions, so she needs his advice. Anaxagoras inhaled softly, massaging his temples.

"Don't scream. I can hear you."

(You can be either Anaxa or Hyacina)