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I've never tried to use the Black Crown to access your thoughts before, Doctor—

Don't worry, Amiya.;I've opened up my heart and mind for you.

...Thank you.

She looks to her side, at the beam of bright, warm light gently tugging at her hand.

She shuts her eyes, and slowly lets out a sigh of relief.

'We're in this together, Amiya.'

I don't know where this journey of ours will lead us, Doctor, but I'll protect you.

'I'll protect you too, Amiya.'

Under the watchful eye of Civilight Eterna, she gives your brow a light touch—

Your memories and emotions flow towards me.

...It's strange.

They billow so gently as they flow, and the memories' edge is close at hand...

What did Theresa see back then—

Amiya sees you, and Kal'tsit, and herself, and the many people aboard Rhodes Island.

As she walks deeper, the boundary of that one memory comes within reach. Curiosity and concern nearly cause her to forget her mission. She wants to reach out to touch it...

Touch upon the start of your memories. Chernobog, the Sarcophagus, and you, weakly stretching out your hand—

'Doctor... Take my hand!!'

It looks like there's other memories too? Why are they so blurred?

Who was—

'Amiya!'

You grab ahold of Amiya.

...Were you lost?

I-I don't know. This is the first time I've ever dived so deep into someone else's mind. It's a very... odd feeling.

Good thing you pulled it off.

Thankfully, yes. Now, I can sense even the faintest of your thoughts.

I can sense yours too.

Aha, you sure are relaxed right now!

I've got nothing to worry about with you around.

So, what should we do next?

Hold my hand tight, Doctor.

I'll protect you on the road ahead. Theresa taught me everything about the role of King that day.

'She' awaits us, at the start of that path.

I get what you're saying, but I cannot provide what you're asking for, as your request violates the underlying logic of DWDB-221E.

But I do have a way to circumvent its limits, Kal'tsit—

'Deep Dive'.

Unfortunately, not even Theresa was able to penetrate this deeply. The risk was far beyond what she could bear—

You're not here for answers? Then why are you so insistent I access this data that is useless to you?

'I have no way of knowing if there will come a day that Amiya asks you the same question. But I hope that, in the darkness, she will find the way I lit for her.'

That was Kal'tsit's answer to me, Amiya.

...Could I ask you to look through all of Dr. Kal'tsit's access records for us?

I would be happy to.

Her every doubt, her every insistence, each and every time she left in disappointment. I will show it all to you, unreserved.

You have dove into the Civilight Eterna before, Amiya, but this time, what you seek lies far beyond your limits.

It is a place where life on Terra cannot tread, for the time being, but perhaps you will find the chance to touch upon this knowledge that is not yours.

Because you have someone who walks alongside you. Dr. {@nickname}.

Of me?

You will quickly understand what I mean, Dr. {@nickname}.

Follow me, Amiya. Follow me to—

'Civilization's Singularity'.

A great hallway of pure white circles around a central point that defies comprehension. The Singularity.

An unending stream of complex information flows from it, but the strands you manage to snatch hold of are still within your understanding.

Amiya cannot see the way you entered, but after an interminably long time walking down the corridor, she finds herself back where she started.

You noticed, Amiya.

The stagnation of civilization does not mean it stands still. It continues onwards on time's linear flow, unable to turn back.

But all that life discovers and creates is doomed to fall into an inextricable cycle.

Mathematics, physics, philosophy, theology... These theories and practicalities, among others, cannot inspire hope as they once did.

The ascending spiral has failed. Life squanders its future as it stumbles blindly in the dark.

So... this is as far as we can go?

Only as defined by Terra's current knowledge. It serves as a limit, yes, but it is also a safeguard.

A safeguard?

Some kind of cognitive barrier...

Cognitive?

Like how we can't make sandbeasts calculate wave dynamics.

Even if we gave them all the data and formulae...

All forcing it will do is hurt their brains.

As keen an intuition as ever, Doctor, but not entirely correct.

DWDB-221E enlightens life at a steady pace to bring it forward. It does not simply reveal fragments of the future to the seeker to create evolutionary leaps that violate the laws of nature and ethics.

Knowledge cannot be unlearned, Amiya. The dreamers who glimpsed the true sky are no longer happy to slumber in ignorance on the ground.

Information beyond civilization's cognitive limits will simply blind them to reality, a deadly poison luring them into annihilation's embrace, throwing their civilization into the abyss.

And so, this boundary was born.

But why does it... look so much like a prison made from some giant data server?

It appears in a form your mind can comprehend, like how DWDB-221E appears as a black crown in the material world when accompanying you.

To a minuscule ant, it is an ouroboric river, forever unable to flow to the sea.

But to a celestial body whose lifespan stretch to the trillions, it is a gravitational field that will stay with them their entire life, unfathomable, inescapable.

You walk towards a section but one step away from the void. The distant singularity at the core calls to you.

Information washes past you like gentle waves, showing you glimpses of many fascinating sights.

They are fleeting shadows of your past, a life you have lost and forgotten.

Stray visions of an 'unfamiliar' era.

Be careful, Doctor!

Amiya tugs on your hand.

We don't know what will happen if you fall off this boundary—

Are these... what you saw...?

...Our minds are as one...;...What I see, you see...

—'The Originium slug egg' 'went through the bridge between stars'—

...So all those stories really did happen.

'The Originium slug egg'?;'Went through the bridge between stars'?

When I was really, really young, I met someone who was incredibly caring.

That care was matched with a great weakness, but also a stubborn insistence in carrying me across a road laden with Originium shards.

When I was dizzy with fever, yet too scared of nightmares to sleep, a patient voice regaled me with stories I had never heard before.

In a dark and cramped cave, difficult-to-find ore samples were smashed without the slightest hesitation—

And the shining stones were scattered across the walls, and used to tell me tales of the stars, and the heavenly paradise above the clouds.

Would you like to hear one of those stories, Doctor?

......;I would be happy to.

There was once someone who drove a mysterious vehicle shaped like an Originium slug egg on their lonesome, who went through the bridge between stars.

On the most quiet of nights, guides would borrow glowing clouds from old stars and make round mirrors out of them to light the way.

On the other side of the bridge, spires faded in and out of the clouds, and the stars wore crowns of flowers.

When descending on that crown, you'll see that it's a really, really big playground, one where lovely little children gather to play.

But it was hard for the vehicle's driver to stop...

The driver changed over to the most miraculous vehicle on hand, and drove it for many, many years...

But the years came to an end, and nobody was left.