Within a few seconds
a blue haze begins to close in around you eventually until all you can see is
the misty white and blue wisps of the iridescent smoke. Another couple seconds
pass and the haze lifts away from you and you find yourself standing on a floor
made of the strange smoke that rise into the walls of a sphere about 10 feet
away, surrounding you. A few more seconds pass and you spot movement ahead of
you in the mists. At first it is an undefined darker area but as time passes it
becomes more and more solid until forming into an image and then fully
corporeal version of someone who looks familiar from your past but you can’t
quite figure out who it is. As you begin to adjust to the new surroundings you find yourself in it speaks. It stands there, a slight hint of the mist that it came from reflected in the shimmering robe adorning it.
“Welcome to the Archive. I am your Archivist and
I will be available to answer all your questions to the best of my ability and
your personal level of access to information that has been assigned to you.”
