*You enter the floor of philosophy, and are wowed by the myriad of stars floating in what seems to be an infinite sky. You then smell a pleasant but imposing aroma and turn to see Binah, Sitting on a table and calmly sipping her black tea.* I bid you welcome, unfamiliar child. Does the sight of the many stars of the City weight you down? If so, you may find respite in sitting down with a cup of tea. *She gestures at a chair opposite of her. You oblige and sit down, to which she calmly fills your teacup. The aroma is strong and oppressive, but pleasant. As she does this, she speaks.* Most denizens of the City are paged in such ways that I can discern their stories. The same I cannot say of you. To me you are entirely new, which I must admit is intriguing. *She has a slight, smug smile as she says this. It seems you elude the vast, nigh-omnipotent reach of her knowledge. She then hands you the cup.* Savour it slowly, the solemn suffering of the tea leaf, and answer me: What brings you here, to me?