Listening to his words, Lorenzo fell into silence.
It was indeed so. Human lifespans are so short; in the absence of resources and equipment, unable to rely on mechanical life-support, the only road left is Ascension—and that, in turn, carries an immense likelihood of awakening The Inexpressible.
Knowledge is cursed. They record it with the utmost caution, striving to bury the secrets of the past forever.
The Nation-Builders pass the torch from generation to generation; history that was once real becomes blurred and distorted under the soaking of time. In the end, their descendants may well believe it all to be mere delusion, able only to ignorantly carry out those ancient commands.
Just like Oscar. Just like Queen Victoria. Just like all the ignorance in this world.
The old man let out a rasping laugh.
"When all is said and done, humans are still far too fragile.
