I do not know how much time has passed.

Hours, days, weeks, months, years, centuries, millennia, eons…

…the fact is that I do not see the end.

I see no end and have been in a trance-like state since time immemorial.

Everything is a chessboard. The same, infinite, structures flow before my eyes, on the horizon, to infinity.

Everything is blue sky, clouds, the black disk, the planet of bones, and now its infinite rings.

Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing makes sense anymore, nothing makes sense anymore...

I am waiting.

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Because nothing makes sense anymore.

Just rubbing.

Continuation only.

I have another move.

A move I cannot use due to my stupidity.

Arrogant.

Arrogant.

Egotistical.

That is what I have been.

That is what they are.

One dead.

A dreamer.

Nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing.

“Please, I beg you.”

Opening my mouth causes excruciating pain.

The throat is now made of stone, a fossil of itself.

“I beg you. Let's start again. I give up. Let's start again. I give up, please.”

I plead for eternity.

I beg that my prayer may be answered by merciful wisdom.

[Dungeon path]

I appear at the foot of the coffin.

Black and cold on the outside. Warm and white inside.

I pick up the golden flowers and sit inside. Like mortals of other worlds, I would like to rest. But my arrogance condemned me to continue.

I lost the first game.

But.

Eternity is made for playing.

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Perfection is the Wisdom's Ambition,

Failure is the method.