The voice she heard on the other side was unfamiliar to her—yet at the same time she recognized it intrinsically. She had sensed this presence before, but in a much-reduced form. “We are Harmony, operator of the Equus ring. We have come to rectify a permissions error.” The voice sounded like a chorus, hundreds of mouths all speaking at once until the sound melted into a unified slurry. But it wasn’t a presence crushing her mind, like the memories she had seen. There was nothing to be afraid of, other than the unusual.