He first felt ecstatic, like a twisted kind of pleasure had been fulfilled, and then was gripped by sorrow so intense it nearly tore his mind apart.
The Prophet glimpsed secrets, aware of the world's beauty; equally, the sorrows of the past and future, shared by billions, emerged in his mind simultaneously.
It was such a colossal sadness that it effortlessly buried the Prophet.
At that time, Palmer didn't comprehend the meaning of the story; listening to those laments now, he understood somewhat.
The fall lasted several seconds as Bologue landed steadily on the ground. Darkness gave way to blinding lights, noise erupted from all directions, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, as if a waterfall were surging endlessly.
Bologue saw clearly where he was—inside a massive underground cavern, not naturally formed. There were marks of excavation everywhere, one could envision a group of Condensing School students laboring here tirelessly.
