I see it: the end of knowledge—all knowledge! It is not a bright place; it is not a place where light reveals all shadows. Even if the end of knowledge is a light, it is a blinding light—a light that burns your eyes and makes you see only an abyss.

It is a dark place: gloomy, muddy, and chaotic. Not a grand, golden, glorious wall; not a crystal courthouse of reason and logic. It is an endless sea of darkness—fear and trembling—where unknown sea monsters swim beneath, waiting for someone to sacrifice themselves to the sea.

Once you reach the end, you cannot turn back. The abyss will devour all your knowledge; it does not care how hard you worked to obtain it, consuming the inheritance of the mind with unhallowed haste—gorging upon the flame until the light is strangled!

After this, you must live in the abyss. Prepare your soul; make it unshakeable. Forget your brightest thoughts; do not look back at them. You live with the darkness now. Look inside your spirit: let the primordial flame emerge.