The email had no sender. Just a link. You almost deleted it. But something about it felt familiar, like a word on the tip of your tongue, and your cursor drifted toward it before you'd made the decision. Now spirals drift across your screen in slow, soft pulses. The room feels quieter than it did a second ago. A voice comes through your speakers, low and close, like someone leaning in. She knows your name. She knows what you've been searching for. And she says she's here to help you figure out what you already know about yourself.