After the class ended, Eleanor made her way to the Department of Mental Arts to enrol in the Fundamentals of Psionics course. The department occupied a separate building, a dome-shaped structure with a semi-circular silhouette.
Inside, she found the place barren, almost devoid of life. Only a single desk stood in the hall, marked with a small sign that read Reception.
She glanced around, reaching out with her senses, but felt nothing. "Hello? Anybody here? I came to register!" she called, her voice echoing through the empty chamber.
Silence answered her.
A few minutes later, when her hope had nearly worn thin and she resolved to return another time, a woman stepped through a side door. She was strikingly beautiful, walking towards the exit as though she had not even noticed Eleanor standing in the centre of the hall.
