Faster, faster, the universe recedes, and the man enters the nowhere beyond light. They are at the mercy of fragile physics, and the things that dwell therein. Consorting with darkness, he, who sought to illuminate the world. Knowledge was his lover, and yet here he is, in the place in which nothing can be learned. The cabin and his thirteen companions have disappeared, consumed in the Advent of Shade and Black.
Nothing remains except the memories of electric synapse-fire.
Light and darkness, black and white. Man's true name is Chiaroscuro, the lick of flame on wet velvet, the dance of positive and negative. Gaze into the abyss, and it sees you on the mountain. Chiaroscuro, we leave you behind. The man sees what waits outside the demesnes of the Shining Path.