Andromeda2000

Trance Gemini:
Harper? How much do you remember from the last time that stuff was in your brain?

Harper:
This isn't about Satrina, is it? You want to know if there are things in that Library about mysterious purple babes with pointy tails?

Trance Gemini:
I don't have a tail.

Harper:
Not anymore.

Trance Gemini:
Harper, please. If there is anything in that Library about me, I have to know it.

Harper:
I'll tell you what I remember. I remember this temple with gold etchings, statues, silk wall hangings, even. And all of this on a backwater world that I don't think even exists anymore. Or, maybe the world does exist, but I don't think the civilization exists anymore. Anyway, the point is, there were all these people worshipping a naked purple goddess, and you might say they were a little entranced.

Trance Gemini:
That could mean anything. Maybe they like purple. Or, maybe, your memory is even hazier than you thought.

Harper:
Yeah, but that doesn't explain why you reacted the way you did when I sang one of their hymns. Remember this little ditty?

Trance Gemini:
Shush. Harper, you are my best friend, and because you are my friend, I really need you to listen to me: do not look at the Archive.

Harper:
You know Trance, I liked it better when I thought you were harmless.

Trance Gemini:
Yeah, me too.