The profound absence of knowledge that enveloped me felt almost criminal, as if I had been condemned to a purgatory of ignorance. Time passed by, its hours unmarked and intangible, as I remained trapped in a relentless, unending void. My only companions were my own thoughts, and they were relentless reminders of what I had lost. I had been right all along; the motives behind this ordeal were far from noble. It was not for some greater good; it was a malevolent plot, and I, along with my friends, was ensnared in its sinister grasp. They were suffering alongside me, bearing the weight of impending loss, and I could feel my sense of control slipping away.