"I don't have the strength to give you victory over such a powerful enemy, but there is still a weapon left here. As for how to make use of it, that depends on you."
"What?"
"A mechanism designed to achieve complete self-sealing. When the last Secret Keeper dies, the last spark of humanity goes out, and then everything should become history. It's a 'mechanism' for preserving history. We call it 'Amber.'
At that time the entire shelter will be completely cut off by Anti-Memes, kept in absolute closure, absolutely forgotten, completing its own Exile."
"And then?"
"There is no 'then.' We'll be like a tomb buried deep underground. This mechanism only makes sure the tomb won't be disturbed by strange things, turning it into a delicate specimen."
The old man raised his head again and looked at this shelter that had been completely engraved into his soul.
"This beautiful ruin will be forgotten for all eternity, yet it will also endure for all eternity."
