.And after countless years and years, nothing, no change, nothing changes in that world, as if Sho and his existence had made no difference. Then Sho's hair becomes completely black, while a small beard and moustache appear on him a little, then suddenly he opens his eye, where his body, which surpasses existence itself and the meta-spiritual existence, was inverted, looking at the ground as if he were sleeping on his stomach.
.Where what exceeds reality and existence sees him is what seems like an embodiment of the state of unconsciousness or the unknown edge of the cosmic frontier. Its ground is made of barren, dark rocky terrain stripped of any trace of life or movement, yet it is punctuated by still, flat pools of water that function as perfect mirrors free of impurities, appearing as if they were suspended in the middle of an endless cosmic void where the lower and the upper intertwine in a scene that evokes absolute isolation and awe, while at the horizon line dense, dark clouds accumulate, illuminated from within or from behind by glowing golden and copper colors, as if they were latent fires, creating a sense of a strange eternal twilight that is neither followed by day nor preceded by night.
.Sho stands without speaking and looks at the surreal sky that lacks what is called an atmosphere to block or disperse vision; it is a sky burdened with gigantic cosmic structures resembling surreal overlapping galaxies and immense rivers of luminous stardust crossing space in intersecting paths as if they were the fabric or the neural network of the universe itself. In this void, sharply bright stars sparkle, piercing the cold darkness, while nearby drifts a dark celestial body surrounded by a thin, luminous crescent halo.
.Sho looks at himself in the water and sees that he has become extremely strange and that his memory is confused, and in the reflection the gray moon appears, causing Sho to feel sudden fear and look toward the moon, trembling suddenly as if something strange feels that it is not a moon at all.
.Sho hears a strange, surreal, nihilistic musical sound from every possible existential direction logically, as if in this segment the music is not being played, but is dreaming itself.
.It is not notes, but threads of light dissolving in water that reflects nothing. The sound begins as if it awakens a sleeping city beneath the skin of the clouds, then shatters into transparent fragments, each shard carrying a memory no one lived.
.The rhythm does not move forward; rather, it coils around itself like a serpent of smoke, leaving behind nihilistic circles in the mind that vanish and return.
.As for the melodic layers, they resemble doors opening within doors, and each door leads to a room suspended in the void, from whose ceiling hang clocks without hands.
.There are moments when the sound seems like:
.A drop of ink falling into a sea of light.
.A window breathing instead of opening.
.A moon melting inside a cup of black glass.
.An invisible hand combing the hair of the wind.
.A memory forgetting its owner and then smiling.
.The suprameta-spiritual sound becomes stranger and stranger. You do not hear music... rather, you feel that the unconscious itself has become a musical instrument, and that dreams write their names in the air in a language that was never created, then erase it suddenly and return.
.It is music that resembles standing in an endless corridor, where the walls are made of your reflections, and every step grows a star, and every star sleeps inside an eye that has not been opened.
.Sho stands without movement as if witnessing what no human can measure or perceive. The music flows like cold cosmic dust pouring through an extended void without edges and becoming merely an ancient echo. The rippling sounds resemble the distant breaths of a vast gelatinous entity floating in nothingness, and those extended melodies draw consciousness into infinite corridors of gloomy and majestic harmony at the same time.
. While a mysterious ringing in the background is like the sound of worlds cracking or the rotation of invisible cosmic gears that create worlds from illusion and melt them in the same moment.
.The overlapping human sounds with the melody do not seem like humans speaking, but like souls trapped in a metadynamic limbo chanting forgotten hymns searching for meaning for their existence in a dark nebula.
.The music creates a metaphorical space that seems to expand and contract with every pulse, like a liquid dream whose details cannot be grasped, where stars are born from nothing and extinguish without a trace, leaving behind a deep feeling of eternal loneliness and the mysterious beauty that transcends the limits of human perception and the perception of all entities in every lower world, the indescribable world, the world without a name, with which the symphony of nothingness plays.
.Sho feels a strange sensation, as if his ear opens and closes, a state of consciousness and unconsciousness, and he tries to resist that music and symphony, then Sho looks at what he is and what he has become now, only to see that he is no longer anything from before; he has become indescribable by words, for any attempt to describe him is ultimately merely metaphorical words to approximate the meaning. So what description can be said? What event can happen? In the end it will only be an approximation of the image and a metaphor resulting from language's inability to describe.
"[Where am I? I do not mean the place, I mean my existence. Where is it in the map of everything? I feel the same feeling. I am not within the endless chain of worlds. I feel that I am outside it. I am outside the map!]"
.Sho falls to the ground and touches the water pool to gain complete knowledge of everything below that world, and becomes shocked by Odin's memories of the entity sitting in the library holding a pen made of golden mist, making it clear that it is the substitute in Sho's place, where as a result of his breach into the story and his exit from beneath it, he was replaced, and there is now an entity called Sho in the world of the gods holding a golden heart, fulfilling Odin's prophecy.
.He raises his head from the water in shock and says to himself:
"[I am outside the endless chain, but at the same time I am not in the real world!]"
"[I do not want any identity or definition linking me between the story and outside it. I am no longer Sho. I no longer need to know myself. I no longer need a name. I am only myself. My being. Knowing what I am does not need a name to define it. I am the nameless one, and I do not want to remember anything that happened before.]"
"[I do not need to do anything. I do not care. I do not want to hold onto anything. I have become without emotions. No joy, no sorrow, no hatred, no love, no resentment. I am only me, and I no longer even need to speak. Even language I consider for lower entities. I am transcendent over language.]"
.Sho moves while the music and symphony are with him everywhere, while he feels a strange feeling toward the gray moon.
.Then he sits at a huge and mysterious hill, sitting and observing everything before him metaphorically, where worlds accumulate as overlapping layers in an endless eternal dreamlike space, intertwining in stacked spherical formations one above another to form a hierarchical chain of existence amid mysterious atmospheres in which starlight blends with the shadows of the stacked worlds in a visual succession like a moment of eternal cosmic manifestation that knows neither stillness nor the extinction of its limits.
.What comes before meaning is like a living void breathing from behind existence itself, as if the universe opened onto its inner layers so that night became a dense substance in which overlapping worlds float and colossal cosmic arches lean over the earth like the memory of an ancient dream that does not want to end, and in the depths light glimmers as if it were a continuous birth belonging not to a single star but to a complete reality that forms, then dissolves, then returns, as if the whole place were not a view but an absolute existential state suspended between presence and nothingness.
.Sho sits without movement, an absolute observer, not caring about anything no matter what, a still observer who does not change, as if he has been observing since eternity.