"Understand...?" The voice repeats; male-coded, aged, the very word putting to their minds of an eldery soul with a beard as long as he. But still deep, still echoing in their heads, in the air. "And what is it that these visitors wish to understand...? That they wish to share...? Speak, then," the Entity prompts.

"Share me your scene, let this part of our act play. Yes, an act... may the end of this play come soon."

Its voice drifts off, as if speaking to no one in particular.