As the sleeping behemoth shakes from its resting position, its head raises, causing rubble to pour out of the cracks of its weathered surface, dust creating a small cloud of smoke, and cobwebs breaking with each movement before the giant finishes standing up and looking at you.

As its gaze is fixed upon you, you hear the following words come into your mind with a voice that sounds tired, and yet indistinct, neither old nor young, man nor female;

Hello... Are you the rabbi? How may I help?