Disclaimer: The following document fragment is presented from an in-character perspective, it should not be taken as the truth of the setting.
Context: A repeating theme across a smaller fraction of the game’s lore is the concept that time has an end and that this moment has some metaphysical importance. In this excerpt we see some examples of musings about the subject and a more lucid description of the problem. There might be a reference hidden in here, perhaps you can point it out?
The unbroken march of Time, like a vast ocean,
casts gentle waves crashing upon our existence.
We are but shallow footprints left upon this beach,
doomed to be erased by the mere touch of water.
With time, each and every grain of sand is worn down,
yet the beach is still nought but a ribbon of dust.
It basks in the presence of the Sun, in its warmth,
as the sunset colours it in crimson and gold.
The ephemeral traces of our existence,
they are nothing to the slow procession of days.
The Celestial Host revolves above the ocean,
each night dancing reflected upon its surface.
And the Elder Gods lie in the grass, motionless,
awaiting Time’s End, as if a breath held too long.
Upon my journey to the end of the world
Hidden in the desert, I find a haven
Shining with the brilliant gleam of fool’s gold
Both the day and night turn their backs on me
While I stand within this fleeting paradise
Upon my journey to the end of days
Where my name is inscribed upon a tomb
Among the graves of forgotten ages
At the end of the world, the end of time
There I see my Soul and the Cosmos reborn
Upon my journey to the end of creation
Darkness spreads before me
Darkness of the ages past
Darkness without the light of stars
Darkness ever-present, never-ending
Upon my journey to the end of time
Surrounded by the stillness of death
To the end of the end of time
To the end of the end of days
There I see my Soul and the Cosmos reborn
Time, time is so vast. Even compared to space, in a way. Not going back to the beginning of this universe. One that we know for a fact is but one of many and not the oldest among them. The scope of time truly reveals itself when we look into the future.
A scale of time so vast that the numbers used to describe them lose meaning. What is a septendecillion years, or even quinquagintacentilliard years? Does it matter? This is nought but names for numbers we grasp at through the rigours of mathematical abstraction. To experience them, though, would be the death of the human mind — the utter destruction of the psyche. Were there anything left afterwards, it would not be our kin any more.
And yet, we still reach out towards this end, believing something lies there, past the veil of eternity. What might it be, though? Perhaps not even the immanities know. Even some of the Other we have questioned about this topic, held beliefs that this finality holds the key to some eldritch truth.
The rebirth of a new universe?
Or the first thought of the Elder Gods, waking up from their morning slumber?
Who knows.
But, perhaps, we should seek to know this truth. We should take our place among the others who endure to the end of time.
Perhaps it is imperative for humanity to become without end?
Esoteric Musings... 