After sending off Himan Cain, Durin looked at everything before him and could only feel the absurdity—despite having lived another life, I still couldn't escape this miserable world.
Questions arose time and time again, nations rose and fell, civilizations drifted away, and life came and went, yet there never was an ultimate answer.
In Southern Tai, where Durin resided, even if the stage of civilization was far beyond this world, the so-called ultimate answer had never appeared.
Sitting on the newly grown tree roots, Durin examined the two solitary names on the gravestone.
"Mr. Durin, your thoughts are very chaotic."
Eleven spoke up.
"Yes, very chaotic, just like that old game I played once, called Disco Elysium. There was a phrase in it that I always remembered."
The AI emerged from Durin's palm.
"I'm ragged and spinning, vast and sorrowful."
Eleven said in unison with Durin.
