Back in the church, Jason waited with bated breath. The drifting bottle had casthisquery across the cosmos, and the responses, if any, were unpredictable.
Suddenly, a notification flashed on his panel: (+) Cyril: I know the answer to this question and can tell you.
Jason's gaze sharpened at the "+" sign next to the name "Cyril." Mentally clicking on the symbol, it transformed into a "-", indicating a successful connection.
[Contact "Cyril" has been added]
Anticipation tinged with a hint of wariness filledhisas heprepared to delve deeper into the mysteries of the divine, guided by this newfound contact.
After adding Cyril as a contact, Jason discovered He could communicate with him without constraints, a freedom that excited yet unnerved her.
Without bothering to inquire about his identity, Jason directly transmitted Him thoughts through the network: "Cyril, do you hold the key to the riddle that plagues me?"