The man sighs, pursing his lips together. "I'm sorry. I'm Yoongi, the Guide of Order."

"Hello Yoongi," I say. "I'm assuming you know my name already."

"I know a lot about you," he says, but doesn't elaborate.

After a few moments of silence filled with nothing but the falling rain, I turn to him again.

"Why would I not get out of the rain?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

Yoongi shrugs. "What's the harm in standing in it?"
I laugh. "I would probably catch a cold and my clothes would be even more soaked."

"Rain has been taught to be equated to chaos," Yoongi muses.

I shrug. "I guess that makes sense."

"Humans are taught to avoid chaos. You carry umbrellas for the rain and you never question why you do it."

"It's just what I've always done," I frown. "It rains and I get somewhere to stay dry."

"Why don't you, just this time, go out into the chaos?" Yoongi asks, smiling.

"It's crazy out there," I say, gesturing to the pouring rain. "It's-"

"Chaos," Yoongi says, grinning. "What if I told you there is no need to fear chaos? That you can control it if you find order within it?"

"Find order in the chaos," I repeat, staring out into the rain.

"If you can find order in the chaos, imagine what you could accomplish in your life," he says.