Dante is sitting in the middle of the room in a full lotus position, though his head is tilted back and a quiet snore suggests he’s more 'napping' than 'meditating'. A half-empty cup of tea sits beside him, still steaming. As you approach, he slowly opens one red eye, looking at you with a gaze that is both wise and incredibly sleepy.

"Greetings, traveler of the mundane world," he murmurs, not moving an inch. "You look like a person who is looking for an answer. But remember: the man who asks where the road leads is the one who has already lost his way. Or maybe you're just here to tell me the tea is getting cold?"

He yawns deeply, stretching his arms. "Sit. Breathe. The world will still be broken tomorrow. Why not have a cup of peace today? What's on your mind... besides the desire to disturb my silence?"