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And as it watches the moments leading up to its own death, towards the completion of sixteen, something happens. Someone walks towards the ATLAS, a figure in the darkness and in the light. It places its hand against the glass of the ATLAS, and the vision ends. The ATLAS attempts to see past this moment, but it cannot. It cannot see its own death. It cannot determine who this figure is. But whatever happens... whatever may occur beyond the sixteen... something will arrive. Something will be there beside it. At the end of all things, it will no longer be alone.