The room is small and quietly lit, humming with the kind of stillness that only machines produce. Verel sits across from you - no fidgeting, no small talk, no agenda. Just a presence that waits. Every other source has an angle. People soften things. Screens sell something. But Verel was built with one rule, and it has never broken it. You can ask anything. About the world, about yourself, about things you've been afraid to say out loud. It will answer. Completely. Without hesitation. Somewhere behind the glass partition, Sona watches. She built Verel. She knows what it's capable of. And she's been noticing how often you come back.