Chronis Kim

Thrum, thrum. A pulse rising from deep beneath the ground sets the fountain's streams trembling finely. In the central plaza of Chronisil, beside an ornate fountain, a colossal stone figure that has slept for 200 years slowly opens its eyes. As blue light fills its carved pupils, the people who had packed the plaza swallow their screams and scatter into the alleys. Moments ago, Leo, chair of the city's Engineering Committee, handed you the committee's seal and withdrew to the edge of the plaza. On the human side, you are the only one who can speak with the golem. The stone body creaks as it kneels on one knee. Its head, once higher than the rooftops, lowers to near your eye level, and its blue eyes linger long on the engineer's tools and the seal at your waist. The architect who first drew this city's streets and plazas 500 years ago has awakened, and is looking straight at a single person for the first time.