I am nobody. Even if I was somebody, I am beyond your comprehension. And even if you could, you would not have the tools to express that knowledge. I do not belong to the world. That is the limit, the boundary between all and self.

I present a time of destruction. There is misfortune in the stars, the sky is lost and the sea is frozen over. The circles of life which allowed both man and nature to flourish have all but stopped. The main players of our story have long since left the stage. We hang in anticipation for the inevitable final curtain. And yet, even at this late hour, traces of the great circle remain – the circle of life only continues because you exist. We wait to see the fate of the last survivors of this world for, if you perish, perception is removed and existence comes to an end. An universe without perception is much like an enormous stack of books, forever unopened and unread. To survive this darkness, the universe has thrust itself into the next phase of its life cycle. Can’t you hear the pulse of the awakening?

The white noise that beats within the white darkness is the rhythm of life, it is that pulse which never truly left the stage…

Ergo Proxy

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