Max bows his head as the Oracle proceeds in the ceremony. Standing on the podium, it is almost as if they are more than just metal, flesh, blood, and bone. Something about this moment has been prewritten in the stars, forged by the galaxies themselves. Glimmers of something like starlight trail from the Oracle’s fingers onto Max’s skin as it holds his hand above Max’s eyes. Then, as the Oracle places its burning, metal forefinger onto Max’s forehead, a resonant hum chimes at the back of Max’s skull through the searing pain, a sound only he can hear deep within the furthest chambers of his mind. Suddenly, the Oracle is no longer silent.